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Massage Orgasm

By: girlinpink



Walking to the door, she felt confidence in her work. April had created her own business by deciding she would do what she liked best. A little planning and soon she had several appointments. She thought back to how she had decided to get into the business of personal massage.

Her first orgasm had come at the hands of a masseuse who knew all of the special places on a woman's body. It had been her first massage. She had been nervous, the tenseness evident in her shivering. She had lain nude underneath a towel that just covered her bottom, awaiting the masseuse. 

When the masseuse entered the room, April had been startled by the masseuse's good looks. April had expected a matronly looking woman, but this was a girl close to her own age, maybe even younger. April knew the girls had to be 18 to be giving massages, but she didn't think this girl was any older than that. April knew the masseuse could see that she was shivering: April knew it was because of her nerves, not the temperature in the room. 

April watched through the mirror in front of her as the masseuse arranged her oils and lotions on the small table next to the massage table. The masseuse wore what April considered very short shorts, even by her own standards. A white crop top completed the outfit. The crop top ended well above the masseuse's belly button. No fat, not even a small "love handle" marred the masseuse's body. April was envious, as she had fought for years with crunches to get her 'baby fat' under control. April's eyes wandered upwards on the masseuse's body, looking for imperfections. She finally found one: a small mole on the masseuse's left cheek. But it looked more like a beauty mark. 

Then the masseuse pivoted like a dancer on her toes and April gasped audibly. The masseuse's breasts completed the perfection April was beholding. The masseuse looked over and said, "Did you say something, miss?" "No," April replied. She immediately regretted her answer. Why hadn't she told the masseuse how beautiful she was? Certainly the girl was complimented by all of her customers. So she surely would not have been shocked by being complimented by another woman.

April just looked at the masseuse in the mirror. In a minute, she thought, this beautiful girl is going to be giving me a massage. 

"Would you like oil or powder to start with?" the girl asked. "Powder," April said. She knew she loved it when she put powder on her own body. How great was it going to be when this girl did it to her? 

April felt the girl shake the powder on her shoulders. Then the masseuse's hands began their journey over April's body. April continued to shiver as the girl's hands worked their magic. "Are you cold?" the girl asked. "No," April said, "just nervous." "No reason for that," the girl said, "I am going to make you forget all about being nervous." Her hands continued their journey, gently massaging April's back. April began to relax. The girl knew what she was doing. 

Leaning over April's back, the girl's hair cascaded down and brushed along from April's shoulders to the middle of her back.. April shivered again as she realized this girl was letting her blonde tresses trail along the hollows of her back. 'Cold again?" the masseuse said. "You are giving me chills," April said. "That's good. I am supposed to give you chills, baby, "the masseuse said. April felt her nipples begin to harden. 

"This is your first massage, isn't it?" The masseuse lifted up and waited for April to answer. April looked around at her. "Yes, is it that obvious?" "Yes, it is. But it is wonderful. I get to introduce you to the beautiful art of lesbian massage." April shivered again. 

"There you go again," the masseuse said. "See, just thinking about it makes you quiver. That's what it is, you know. You are quivering because you can't wait for what I am going to do to you. And you are beautiful, which makes it something special." 

April wondered how the girl knew she wanted a lesbian massage. Did she have a lot of women coming in for these special massages? April chided herself for thinking that she was the first woman to want sex with another woman in this place. But still, she wanted to ask the girl. But she'll think I am naïve, April thought, and I am supposed to be worldlier than her. I am older. Not much, but at least three or four years older. But here I am, lying nude in front of her with just a towel covering my private parts. What question could be more embarrassing than that? So she asked it.

"Do you give a lot of women massages? I mean....do a lot of women come in here to see you? Or I mean...am I the first?" April blushed. She was glad she was lying on her stomach. The masseuse gave a small laugh.

"Oh, no, beautiful, you aren't the first. But you are the best looking woman that's ever come in here." The masseuse's voice had gone low and sultry. April felt wetness in her center. She was trying to maintain some control, but all she felt was control slipping away. 

"Thank you," April said. "I was watching you in the mirror and thinking how beautiful you were." 

"I know. I saw you. I knew you were watching me. That's why I took a little longer to arrange my oils. I knew you liked what you saw." 

April felt herself flush. "I think I got wet when you walked into the room." She couldn't believe she had just said that. She flushed again. "You knew that too, didn't you? That's how you knew I wanted a lesbian massage."

"When another woman has a certain look in her eyes, it's a dead giveaway." The masseuse said. Could this girl be any surer of herself? "So, yes, I knew."

April put her head down on the pillow. The masseuse began again with her powder massage. Her hands started above April's hips and gently worked their way down to the towel. Without asking, the girl removed the towel and trailed her hands down toward April's hips. April tensed, sensing that the masseuse's hands would soon move to April's crevice. Then the hands were gone, moving abruptly, down to April's legs. April silently wished the masseuse would come back up to her hips. 

But then the masseuse trailed her nails on the inside of April's thighs. Without thinking, April lifted her hips and opened her legs. Then the masseuse's hands were away from that area again. No, she thought, go back to my thighs! But the masseuse moved on to her calves, then her feet. Then April felt a jolt in her center. The masseuse had April's toes in her mouth. April felt her wetness begin to envelope her center. The masseuse licked between each toe, slowly sucking. April shuddered in uncontrollable orgasm. Her first orgasm and the girl had not even touched her center. 

"You didn't expect that, did you?" the girl asked. "My God, no," April said. "How did you do that?"

"I didn't, you did." She said. "You were so ready that it didn't matter where I touched you, you would have come. Most women have never had their toes sucked, so they don't know that is a very sensitive erogenous zone. That is the most important part of my job, knowing how to make you come. Even more than you do."

"I've never had an orgasm before." April said. 

"Never?" 

"No, never, I've had sex with a man before, but I've never had an orgasm." April sighed, relishing the aftereffects of her orgasm.

"But you've given yourself an orgasm before, right? I mean, everybody has." The masseuse said.

April took a deep breath. "Yes, but even then nothing has ever felt like this did."."

The masseuse leaned over so that her lips were lightly touching April's ear. "You'll be way beyond your first orgasm by the time we finish tonight." The masseuse gently let her tongue enter April's ear, causing April to quiver again. Then the girl tenderly let her breath brush through April's ear. If this girl kept this up, April thought, she would come again, even harder.

The masseuse began massaging April's feet. "Well, you can't suck your own toes. But guess what? I can suck them all night if you want."

April closed her eyes. "I don't know if I could stand it." She said.

The masseuse walked around to the head of the table and stood over April. The masseuse smiled, knowing she was in control. 

"Now, it's time for the rest of the trip. Turn over. We've still got 45 minutes." 

Massage Orgasm Ch. 02



April had heard the words the masseuse had spoken, but couldn't believe what she had heard. Turn over? She wants me to turn over? I haven't recovered from the orgasm I just had and now this girl is promising me 

Another forty-five minutes! I know my nipples are still hard. If this girl touches them they will only get harder, April thought. I am still wet. My clitoris is still hard, like a pebble. If the girl left the room, I would stay in here and fantasize about her and give myself another orgasm. But here she is offering to continue the massage for another forty-five minutes! Maybe she likes me as much as I like her. April began seeing the two of them together in her mind. The masseuse was holding her hand while they walked down the street, both of them oblivious to the stares of the passersby. They were on their way to April's apartment.... 

"Turn over, love." The masseuse said. April, jolted back to the present, looked up from the table where her head lay and could see only the small ring in the masseuse's navel. Even her navel was beautiful! And her stomach was flawless and ripped. April turned over slowly, her whole body awash with need. As she turned her eyes upward, she could see the lower part of the masseuse's breasts as the crop top gapped open at the bottom. 

April moved her hands up towards the girl's breasts. Swiftly, the masseuse caught her hands and put them back on the massage table.

"Not now." She said. "This massage is about you. If I let you touch me, I will lose my concentration, which is totally on you. We are only beginning, baby." 

Aprils mind tried to comprehend what the girl was really saying. April had fantasized about the girl's breasts. She wanted to see them. She wanted to touch them. She wanted to see how the masseuse would react to her touch. But now her fantasies were not to be. The masseuse would be in total control over April. This excited April in a way, as she had never thought about what it would be like to be in another woman's control. 

She drew in a deep breath.

"You are so beautiful." April said. "I have wanted to caress your breasts ever since I saw you. I want to kiss them, to suck on your nipples." As the words flowed from her lips, April became aware of a new wetness between her legs. She was surprised at her boldness. 

"You won't remember wanting to touch me when I am finished with your massage," the masseuse breathed into April's ear. "After I have taken you where I am going to take you, you will wonder how you lived without me."

April blushed. The girl was truly beyond her years sexually. April pressed her shoulders to the mattress of the massage table and pushed her breasts up towards the girl's beautiful face. Please, she thought, touch my breasts. The masseuse, sensing April's desire, moved her head toward April's nipples, her mouth tantalizingly close to them. She slowly breathed on them and blew a puff of air. She watched as April's aureoles developed small bumps around the nipples. She knew April was ready. She felt her own wetness in her panties. She blocked the feeling out of her mind, though it was becoming more difficult for her to do. 

April sensed that the masseuse was going to put her lips around her nipples. She tensed and closed her eyes. 

She felt her nipples stiffen even more. She felt as if her head would explode from the tension. 

The masseuse moved slowly away from April's nipples, letting her tongue brush along April's exposed neck. She heard April gasp, as if she had been holding her breath. The girl ran her fingers through April's long hair and let it drape over the end of the massage table. 

"You have gorgeous hair," the girl said to April. "It's so black that it looks blue. Your skin is so milky white against it." 

"Thank you," April said. She wished the girl would touch her breasts. They were aching. The more the masseuse talked, the more April's edginess increased. She wanted to touch herself, to feel her wetness, to press her fingers against her clitoris, to rub herself to orgasm. But the waiting was such sweetness, an aching sweetness. She had never felt herself get as wet as she was now, not even when she was pleasuring herself in the privacy of her bedroom, with every fantasy available to her. This girl had made her come once and was delaying April's further pleasure in order to torture her, to make her beg for it, to make her cry out, "please put your fingers inside me! Please suck my breasts! Please make me come again!" I think I would do anything, say anything, to get her to touch me right now, April thought. Gee whiz, all she did was say I have beautiful hair and I am ready to come right now! April could not take her mind off of the girl, watching the girl, feeling the girl running her fingers through April's hair, wanting the masseuse to bring her hands back up above the table.

The masseuse cupped her hands around April's jaw line. "Open your mouth." the girl said. April obeyed, not knowing what to expect. The girl gently began tracing April's lips with the edges of her thumbs, letting them drop down into April's mouth, inside her lower lip. Slowly, her thumbs felt for April's teeth, gently pressing them against the edges, absorbing April's saliva. 

April felt a new bond with the girl. The girl had part of her body inside of April's mouth. As the masseuse's thumbs left April's teeth, April closed her lips around them, drawing them into her mouth with a sucking motion. She ran her tongue around the girl's thumbs, feeling the nails with the tip of her tongue, and then concentrating her sucking on only one of the thumbs, taking it into her mouth until she knew she had the whole thumb in her lips. She continued sucking, watching the masseuse's face as she did so, seeing that the girl had been genuinely surprised by April's action. 

April released the thumb with a sigh and opened her mouth, the thumb now glistening with her saliva. The masseuse slowly lifted her thumb to her mouth, and while looking at April, put it into her mouth. She sucked the wetness from it, never taking her eyes off of April's, knowing that April was watching, waiting to see what the girl would do.

The pure eroticism of the moment stunned April. She had had this statuesque beauty's thumb in her mouth and had sucked it like it was a small penis! She could still feel the texture of the girl's thumb on her lips, and the idea that she had sucked on a part of this girl's body caused her to shiver.

The masseuse reached over to the side table and took a bottle of massage oil and poured it into her hands. She rubbed her hands together, all the while looking into April's eyes. She slowly leaned over April's head and placed her hands around April's breasts. The warmth of the oil startled April, but her body responded with pleasurable feelings. April felt the masseuse's fingers move firmly over her breasts, bringing the most wonderful feelings to the surface, making her nipples harden until they seemed to look like little ice cream cones. The girl brought her thumb and forefinger together around each breast's nipple and squeezed them, causing them to rise to further attention. 

"You have exquisite, natural breasts." the masseuse said. "They don't stand up, they lay to the side like they are supposed to. And they feel so soft! I could massage your breasts forever." The girl's voice was soft, like cotton it seemed to April, and it seemed as if the girl's voice had a little catch in it now.

April saw the masseuse's lips turn up in a small smile as she looked at April. April could still see the bottom of the girl's breasts below her crop top. April wondered quietly if she would be able to get the masseuse to remove her top before time ran out today. 

"I wish you would massage them forever." April said. "They look like they want you to." 

With that, the masseuse leaned over and her hands began their journey down April's rib cage and towards her stomach. "Your belly button is cute." the girl said. "Let me get my stool." She got up and walked a few steps over to the side table and took a small stool from below the table. She brought it to the head of the massage table stood on it. It lifted her up so that she could reach over April's body and massage the lower part of April's body. The only part she probably won't be able to reach, April thought, is my legs.

As the masseuse leaned over April, her crop top fell open further and April's view of the girl's breasts was inhanced. She could see the whole bottom of her breasts and could almost see the girl's nipples. Now the girl was massaging April's stomach and her hands were traveling down close to the beginning of April's vaginal hair. April could hear her wetness making a squishing sound as the girl approached her vaginal area. She was rhythmically massaging towards the junction of April's hips, where her legs met her torso. And she was driving April wild. April wanted to thrust up to meet the girl's hands, she wanted to tell her to plunge her fingers into her! But she wanted to wait too. She wanted to let the girl work her magic.

The girl's own stomach was just above April's head. She could reach up and kiss the girl's stomach if she was brave enough. But the girl had said not to touch her. April was afraid to break the spell the girl had on her by violating one of her rules, if that was what it was. So she didn't kiss the girl's stomach. She lay there letting the girl's sweet flesh move within inches of her lips.

April began to move her hips in rhythm with the girls massage. As the girl would get close to her vaginal area, April would move her hips upward, trying to meet the girl's fingers, hoping her fingers would find April's opening. 

The masseuse needed a better position. She wanted to get close to this woman's vagina. She couldn't do it by staying on the stool. She moved her knees up onto the massage table, on the sides of April's head. Now she had the leverage she needed to work her technique. She kneaded the woman's stomach muscles and kept working down closer and closer to her vaginal area. She let two of her fingers trace through the woman's vaginal hair as she moved her hands and fingers to that sensitive area between the woman's legs and her torso. She began to knead that area in a special rhythm and she noticed that the woman would move her hips up to meet her hands and fingers. That was good. The woman was ready, primed for her next orgasm. And it would come much sooner than the woman thought.

April kept moving her hips, hoping that the masseuse would finally find her vagina and let her fingers enter her. April wanted to rub against something. She would settle for a pillow! Something to release this feeling that kept building inside of her. She lifted her hips higher and felt a hard surface. She spread her legs open wider and lifted up again. The hard surface was there again. She began to reach for that hard surface with each thrust upward, faster and faster as the masseuse's hands increased the pace of the rhythm of the massage, moving closer and closer to her vagina. 

April did not know what the hard surface was; only that it was there, and she reached for it again and again. 

Each thrust was bringing her closer to orgasm. The surface seemed to stay in one place, and April counted on it being there as she closed her eyes and watched the explosions behind her eyelids. She reached up and grabbed onto the masseuse's thighs and held on as her orgasm overcame her, then another wave of pleasure swept her away as she pressed her eyes even more tightly closed. Her clitoris was still rubbing against the hard surface, her hips thrusting up involuntarily, like they had a mind of their own. 

April opened her eyes to see her fingerprints on the masseuse's thighs. "I hope I didn't hurt you," April said. "I know I wasn't supposed to touch you, but I needed something to hang onto."

"That's okay, baby. You came and came. I loved watching you. When you grabbed onto me, I felt as if I was coming with you. You made me feel part of your pleasure." The masseuse's voice was coming from between April's legs, her breath blowing into April's vagina with every word. April couldn't help it, but she was getting excited again. 

"Did you?" April said. "Did you come?" 

"No. Remember, this is about you."

The masseuse rose up from between April's legs and April could see her juices displayed on the masseuse's chin. The masseuse moved down to stand on the stool again, her face directly above April's. 

"That was your chin, the thing I was rubbing against." April's eyes were wide. "I came on your chin."

"Yes, baby. Do you want to lick yourself off of my chin?" April wanted to grab the girl and bring her lips to her own, that's what she wanted to do. But she said instead, "yes." The masseuse brought her chin to April's lips and April opened her mouth and sucked on the girl's chin until all of her juices were gone.

"How much time do we have left?" It felt as if time was running out and April wanted this girl again. 

"I'll let you know when time is up." the masseuse said. "Don't you worry about time. All you need to concern yourself with is orgasms."



Massage Orgasm Ch. 03



"Yes, baby. Do you want to lick yourself off of my chin?" April wanted to grab the girl and bring her lips to her own, that's what she wanted to do. But she said instead, "yes." The masseuse brought her chin to April's lips and April opened her mouth and sucked on the girl's chin until she had swallowed all of her own juices.

Tasting her sexual juices electrified April's sexual need. She was exhausted, yet she longed for this girl to bring her to another orgasm. Her curiosity about her attraction to other women had become an obsession, an obsession with this girl. She had thought that she would satisfy herself that this attraction was nothing, that she would see that it was all just a fantasy. But the attraction had proved to be real. It proved to be real the moment this young masseuse had walked through the door of the room.. The immediate sexual interest April had felt upon seeing the masseuse had caused her to have chills, and then the chills had turned to fever. Now the fever had become a fire and the fire was still burning. 

"How much time do we have left?" April felt as if time was running out. Her obsession was limited by the clock. . She was nude in front of this girl with her legs still apart, feeling completely vulnerable. She longed to surrender to this helplessness. . 

The girl brought her lips close to April's ear and whispered, "Don't be concerned with time. I will let you know when time is up. All you should be concerned with are your orgasms."

Why was it that this girl could make April weak just by talking to her? Her voice was velvet. Sex seemed to radiate from her. 

The girl's whisper caused April to shiver, goose bumps rising on her skin. . The masseuse smiled a knowing smile, interlaced her fingers with April's and brought both of April's hands up to her mouth. She took two of April's fingers and started to draw them into her mouth, sucking on each finger as she did so.

"You taste wonderful," she said. Removing April's left hand from her mouth, she continued to suck on April's right index finger and held April's left hand close to her left breast. 

"Why are you torturing me like this?" April's vulnerability was now complete. She was nude, her legs open, her arms held above her. Her need for this girl was now more than an ache. She feared that she would come again without the girl ever getting near her opening. She knew she would come right away if she could get her hands down to her vagina. One slight touch to her clitoris would cause an orgasm that would travel from her toes right through the top of her skull. But the masseuse was holding her left hand firmly against her breast and was sucking one of the fingers of her right hand, the masseuse's tongue moving down to the base of the finger and up again. April closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling. The brush of the masseuse's breast against her left hand made April reluctant to move her hand away. 

Without answering, the masseuse moved her tongue slowly along the edges of April's hand and with the passion of kissing settled her tongue on April's palm. The girl seemed to be trying to move her tongue through April's palm; such was the force of her tongue. 

April could not control her body's responses. Her body became aflame with incandescent orgasm. Her hips rocked with the force of her orgasm, her hands pulling against the masseuse's grip. The girl enfolded April's hands and arms to her bosom as April convulsed, and watched the beautiful brunette's nipples harden and her breasts ripple with pleasure. The masseuse heard April begin to moan as her orgasms subsided. It was a moan of both pleasure and frustration, pleasure as April relished the absolute bliss of the moment, frustration as April realized how totally dependent on this girl she now was.

As the girl looked at April, she could see the flush of orgasm across April's breasts. 

"You have a stunning orgasmic flush," she said. 

April opened her eyes and looked at the masseuse. ".I must be red as a beet then," April said. She laughed, to think she had come three times and this girl was making her hot again by talking about an orgasmic flush!

"Did you get wet this time?" April wanted to know that she had had some effect on this girl. 

"Yes, I stayed wet. " The masseuse placed April's hands on her breasts. Now the crop top was the only thing between April's hands and the girl's skin. From this position, April felt contorted, but she didn't dare say anything. She was getting nearer to her goal. The girl had put April's hands on her breasts; April hadn't asked or begged, although she would have done anything this girl had told her to do if it meant getting the masseuse's clothes off. 

April squeezed the girl's breasts gently, finding the nipples and pulling on them with her thumb and forefinger. She felt the girl's nipples become firm beneath her fingers. April continued her exploration of the girl's breasts, finally taking both of the breasts fully into her hands. She began to massage them and she felt them become firm. She knew she was getting this girl excited.

The masseuse wrapped her fingers around both of April's wrists and removed April's hands from her breasts.

"That's enough of that," she said. She began walking toward the foot of the massage table and flipped off her "flip-flops" along the way. 

"Now she is barefoot," April thought. "That's a start." April let her gaze wander over the masseuse's legs. Her thighs were what would be called voluptuous and her legs were in direct proportion to her thighs. The results of workouts were evident, as the muscles in the girl's legs rippled with strength. 

April's initial shyness returned as she realized that the girl would now be able to look directly into her vagina. But April did not want to move her legs. She wanted the girl to see her wetness, to feel it, to see how available and in need she was.

The girl stood at the end of the table and gazed into April's eyes. April's lust was at once evident to the masseuse. From her eyes, the masseuse's gaze traveled down April's body, admiring the exquisiteness of her breasts, the slight crest in her stomach and the thickness and blackness of her hair. The wetness was profuse around the clitoris and some wetness had found its way onto the inside of the woman's thighs. This part of the massage was not going to need powder or oil. The girl would use April's natural wetness to lubricate the massage. The girl doubted that she would get far into the massage before another orgasm overtook the woman. 

The masseuse moved between April's legs, lifting her right leg up, draping it over her left shoulder. From this position, the girl could massage from the inner thigh all the way to April's feet. April's thigh was pressed against the girl's breasts, causing April's breath to catch in her throat. Her legs were spread entirely open now, and she could hear her wetness as it made its plea for attention.

The girl kissed along April's calf, running her tongue down the back of the muscle. April squeezed her eyes shut. She surely did not want to come again quickly. This girl would think she had no control at all if that happened again. 

The masseuse's tongue found its way to the back of April's knee and followed down the back of her thigh, its exploration now just inches from April's anal opening. April was moaning, her animal lust coming to the fore. She couldn't take it anymore. The girl's tongue and lips were making oral love to her thigh and getting closer and closer to her anus. As April was concentrating on this feeling, the masseuse dipped her index and middle fingers into the edge of April's wetness, coming away with both of her fingers coated. She rubbed April's thigh with the liquid and then brought her lips and tongue to suck the liquid away. 

The sucking feeling against her thigh was driving April mad. Why couldn't the girl just put her mouth on her clitoris and make her come? What was she waiting for? April thrust her hips upward toward the masseuse's mouth, hoping that the girl would get the message.....

"You are so wet," the masseuse said. "I love your wetness. I want to spread it all over your body." She brought her fingers to April's opening again, feeling toward the bottom of April's vagina, gathering the wetness. She trailed her fingers upward to the top of April's vagina and lightly flicked April's clitoris. 

April groaned, the first time she had really made any significant noise. Her hips rose up and she let out a breath. The girl moved closer to the table and gave her fingers to April to suck. April's lips groped for the fingers without wavering. She swallowed her fluid. She would have swallowed the masseuse's fingers if she could have. She was craving any touch she could have with this girl. But she lay helpless, seeming to be under a sexual spell. 

The masseuse knew April was ready to come again. This time would be the best. This time would be good for her too. She trailed her fingers through April's vaginal hair, feeling its silkiness.

"You are like silk," she said. Those words drove April to raise her hips again. This time the masseuse caught her hips as they raised both hands below April's thighs, lifting her hips into the air. Her hands settled on April's ass cheeks. She drove her mouth into April's opening, letting her tongue find the liquid waiting for it inside. She brought her tongue up and let it glide toward April's clitoris, flicking it once and settling on top of it as her mouth sucked the juices from April's vagina. 

April's hands were now in the masseuse's hair, grabbing and pulling the girl's hair, forcing her face farther into April's vagina. The masseuse's lips closed around April's clitoris and brought the nub into her mouth. Her tongue flicked once more and she felt April go rigid with tension. April groaned piercingly, her orgasm taking its hold of her. She pulled on the masseuse's hair again, not wanting her face, her tongue, her mouth to leave. 

April lay still, trying to catch her breath. "You are incredible," she said. "I think I had more than one orgasm that time." April smiled. She couldn't believe how intimate she was being with this girl. She was talking to her like she was a lover. But then, she is, isn't she? Her thoughts were jumbled, her body still on maximum voltage. 

"Oh, you definitely had more than one that time and every other time. I think I counted about seven." The masseuse's look was sultry. It was a look that said she was going to stay in the room longer than the hour. 

"I've got to go now," she said. 

"What do I do about seeing you again?" April said. "I want to see you. I don't know what I am going to do until I see you again."

"You mean you want to see me outside of here?" The girl seemed pleased. 

"I mean I want to take you out, buy you dinner, things like that." Gee, I sound like a guy, April thought. "Do you have a boyfriend...Or a girlfriend?" 

"I have girls I go out with. I don't bother with men. But none of them are customers. That would change the nature of our relationship. I could see you outside of here if you wanted a massage. If sex is what you want, I'll make you come forever." The masseuse brought her face down to April's vagina and flicked her clitoris again. It was still hard. This woman was amazing.

"Umm....," April said. "That's not fair."

"Let me give you a card. It has my home number on it. Call me after you've come down from your high. If you still want to go out, then we'll go out." The girl leaned over and kissed April's breasts, taking one nipple into her mouth and massaging the other breast with the tips of her fingers. 

"Don't stop," April said.

"That's just a goodbye kiss." The girl lifted April's legs and slapped her on her bottom. "Hmm, nice ass. Call me."

April looked at the card. "It's nice to know your name. Mine's April."

"It's nice to meet you, April." The girl reached down, retrieved her flip-flops and as she left, she walked the sexiest walk April had ever seen. 



Massage Orgasm Ch. 04



April closed her eyes and watched the girl walk from the room again. What a beautiful sway the girl had to her walk. April wondered if the sway had been just for her, or if the girl walked that way all of the time. April decided that the walk had been for her. If the girl walked that way all of the time, the cops would never be able to work all of the accidents she would cause.

April's feet remained on the massage table, her legs still open. Asking the girl out had been the most daring thing April could remember doing. Asking another woman out on a date? The thought of doing that had never entered her mind until today. Of course, getting a massage and being seduced by a beautiful lesbian had never entered her mind either. Having seven orgasms, lying with her legs open to the girls gaze while begging for her number, wanting the girl to stay for the rest of the afternoon, none of that had entered her mind either. April could still feel the masseuse's lips upon her breasts. It had been the only time the girl had tasted April's breasts and it was just before she had left the room. April stroked her nipples with her fingers. Her nipples had responded immediately upon the girl's lips touching them, growing harder as the girl sucked on one and kneaded the other. Abruptly she had taken her mouth away, slapped April hard on her ass and sauntered out of the room, leaving April wet and wanting more. 

April's fingers trailed down her body until they reached her wetness.. Her fingers explored her vulva, extracting the abundant wetness, bringing her middle finger up to her clitoris. She closed her eyes again and pictured the girl's breasts, hidden beneath the flimsy crop top, her nipples poking out through the material. She trembled. Her finger flicked against her clitoris, her hips raised violently to meet her finger. The girl's mouth was on April's breasts again, drawing the nipples into her mouth, her tongue drawing circles around the aureole, raising those little bumps. The girl continued to suck on April's breast, bringing what seemed to be the whole breast into her mouth. The suction increased as the girl milked April's breast, her lips and tongue working the nipple into what felt like a cement-like hardness. April pressed the back of the girl's head harder into her breast.... 

April's finger was unrelenting on her clitoris, her hips pounding against her hand. Her orgasm brought her head up off of the mattress, her body shaking. The force of her orgasm took her breath away. She lay drawing deep breaths as she tried to come down from the power of the orgasm. "That's eight," she thought. She let her fingers drift down to her vagina and slowly closed her legs around her fingers. She held her fingers inside, letting the tremors of her orgasm subside.

At last she made herself sit up on the massage table. Her hair was wet against her neck. There was an especially wet spot on the sheet. She looked at herself in the mirror that adorned the wall. She could see the "orgasmic flush" the girl had told her about. The redness on her chest colored the top of her breasts as well. She squeezed her legs together again to try to shut out the tremors that refused to leave. 

April looked at her eyes in the mirror. They were red, like she hadn't slept in days. She felt as if she had totally succumbed to the will of the masseuse... The girl had worn her out and then she had stroked herself to one more orgasm because she couldn't get the girl out of her mind. Images of the girl's beauty kept rushing to her memory, blocking out any other thoughts. She blew out a long puff of air and looked around the room. She knew she would never forget this room with its lingering aroma of the girl's perfume.

She knew she had to freshen up, make herself presentable. She got up and walked over to the basin. She ran cold water and splashed it onto her face to get herself out of her daze. She wished she could brush her teeth. That would have to wait. She reached into her purse and pulled out her hairbrush and started to untangle her hair. How could a woman do this to her? She had been here only an hour and she felt as if she had been having sex for days.. As she looked closer at her breasts, she saw a faint lip impression around her left nipple, the remains of the masseuse's lipstick. Her mark, she thought. She left her mark on me. Her eyes traveled down to her hips and she could see lipstick on the very inner portion of her thighs. She sighed. She had to call this girl. She had to have her again. 

April walked shakily over to the massage table and picked up the masseuse's card. She had said her home number was on it. It was the only number on it, along with the masseuse's name. "She made me come for an hour and I never knew her name." April's mind was jumbled, the thought of that making her weak. She looked again at the card. "Mary France" was imprinted in red in a light scrolling font. She closed her eyes and pictured the girl again. Mary France, she thought, I think I love you.

April dressed, took a long look again in the mirror, and satisfied she didn't look like she had had sex all afternoon, opened the door. She peeked out, hoping that the hall would be empty, not wanting to be seen, exposed for the sex-crazy lesbian she was. She quickly stepped out into the hallway and made her way to the reception area of the massage parlor. 

A girl about her age was sitting behind the reception desk in a pink sweater that did nothing to hide the swell of her ample breasts. It was buttoned down the front and the top two buttons weren't. April could see the very top of the girl's breasts as she leaned forward to talk to April. 

"Everything go alright? "the receptionist asked. 

"Great," April said. April took a hesitant breath and said, "Do you think I could leave a tip with you for Mary France?" Worried about what the receptionist would think, April found herself holding her breath. Did other women leave tips? Did other women even come here? 

"Sure," the girl said. "She was good, wasn't she?" The girl looked up at April with a gleam in her eye. "She's our best. She specializes in women. I sometimes think she will have every woman in the city converted to lesbianism before long." 

"She has a lot of women clients?" April's hopes of getting a date with the girl seemed to be fading. 

"That's about all she does. She used to do men, but so many women, especially married women, started hearing about her that she doesn't have to do massages on men anymore. She still has a few men who have been coming to her for a while, but other than that, she doesn't take men as clients." The receptionist smiled at April. "Did she give you a card, the one with her home number? If she did it means she likes you." The girl sat back in her chair and stretched, lifting her arms over her head. Please don't do that, April thought. I am very vulnerable right now. 

April breathed a sigh. For a moment she had felt like just another woman with Mary France's card. Now she felt a little better. 

"Yes, she did, "April said. "She said she wanted me to call her." 

"Did you have to ask for it, or did she just give it to you? "

"I had to ask," April said. "Why?" 

The girl leaned further forward. "She usually makes the women ask. Or I guess I should say, 'beg.' "Did you have to beg? Did you promise her anything?"

"Beg....? April pictured herself lying on the table with her legs open, asking the girl for her number. "Yes.....I guess you could call it that. I was ...vulnerable. She had just made me come and I was lying there with my legs open. Mary France was standing between my legs, looking at me with those eyes of hers.... and I told her I would take her out to dinner. I remember thinking that I sounded like a guy asking her for a date. I haven't ever asked another woman out, so I felt kind of strange." 

"Don't feel bad. Most women have to beg her; most never get her card. The married women beg the hardest, they've never had an orgasm before, most of them, and they can't believe they've had one with Mary France. But she doesn't want to get caught fooling around with a married woman. You know that old saying about a "woman scorned," well...that is nothing compared to a man finding out his wife is sleeping with another woman." The receptionist placed her hands underneath her chin, her fingers interlaced. Are you married?" 

"No, I'm single, very single," April said. 

"I thought so," the girl said. "You look too fresh, too innocent to be married." April's attention was drawn to the girl's deep blue eyes. They contrasted with her auburn hair. April noticed some light freckles on the top of the girl's breasts and she saw in her mind the image of her tongue on the girl's breasts, licking the freckles off like powdered sugar from a beignet. 

"Thank you....I guess that's a compliment. I've never thought of myself as innocent, naïve, I guess... sometimes..." April colored. Not so naïve anymore.

The receptionist leaned farther forward, her elbows and forearms now supporting her breasts. Her breasts pushed together and an even greater expanse of flesh made itself available for viewing... This is not what I need right now, April thought, but her eyes were drawn to the girl's breasts, as if by an invisible magnet. God, they were lovely, and ripe, and full....

"Tell me," the girl said, "what did you expect to happen when you came in here this morning, what were you thinking about? 

"I wondered what...if...if I liked women sexually. I have had these feelings for a while, but I didn't know what they meant. And I thought, well, if I get turned on during the massage, then I will know."

"But you didn't expect to have an orgasm, did you?" the girl said.

"No...but Mary France did some things that made me so wet that I couldn't' control myself. I just came, all at once. She said I had more than one orgasm every time I came. She said she counted seven. I think she enjoyed having that control over me. She said she could make me come forever." April drew a deep breath.

"Forever," the girl said, "I wish I had been there. And all of this was in the one hour session?" The girl's eyes were wide in amazement.

"Yes," April said. She felt herself blushing. "Is that unusual? I mean... for... I mean... I don't know what I mean." April covered her face with her hand. 

"I want to ask you something,"....the girl hesitated. "What are you going to do if Mary France can't see you anytime soon? What if she is all booked up? She goes out a lot, has a lot of girlfriends. She might not be able to see you for a few weeks. What will you do then? 

"You mean... for sex?" April felt a flush that began at her toes and was continuing up through her body and seemed to want to go right through the top of her head. 

"Well, yes, for sex, but for dates too...I assume you're not going to go out with guys again. Do you have any girlfriends who are gay and know you are gay? I guess what I am trying to say is...would you like to go out to dinner or a movie or something together? 

April's insides flipped. This girl was coming on to her! "Sure," April said. "When?"

"Soon, here, let me give you my number. Or better yet, give me yours too and I'll call you if you want."

"Okay.... that would be great. Or...well...what about tonight? Do you have any plans tonight?" April found herself holding her breath again. If this girl turned her down, she would die. 

"No. The only plans I have are the ones with you, April. Give me your address and I'll pick you up at about seven. We'll decide what to do then." April took a pad out of her purse and wrote down her address for the girl. It was then she realized she didn't know this girl's name either. 

Before April could ask, the girl said, "My name is Lisa. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before now. I was so caught up in your experience with Mary France that I didn't think about it."

"That's okay. I know it now, Lisa. It's a beautiful name. I'll see you tonight." April leaned over the desk and gave the girl a kiss on the cheek. Lisa smiled. April turned to go and then remembered the tip.

"Here is the tip I wanted to leave with you," April said. She rifled through some bills in her purse and pulled out four twenties. As she gave the bills to Lisa, her fingers lingered for a moment in Lisa's hand. "See you later," April said.

"See you," Lisa said.

April walked on wobbly legs out to her car. Before she opened the door, she looked back, her eyes watching the front door of the massage parlor close. She turned, drew a deep breath and quickly walked back inside. Lisa was sitting at the reception desk, a far away look on her face. 

"Oh, hi!" Lisa said. 

"Hi, I just wanted to...." April walked boldly over to the desk and leaned over it. She took Lisa's face in her hands and with bravado she didn't know she had, kissed the girl hard on her lips. Lisa's lips yielded and opened, responding to April's kiss. Her tongue lightly traced the inside of April's lips. April opened her lips to accept Lisa's tongue. Hungrily, April formed an "o" with her lips and sucked on Lisa's tongue, drawing it into her mouth. April felt Lisa respond, the girl grabbing the back of April's head and pulling it closer, her fingers grasping April's hair tightly. 

Reluctantly, April let go of Lisa's face and withdrew from the kiss. "My God, you are beautiful," April said. 

Lisa breathed in deeply; April watching as Lisa's breasts rose and fell.

"My lips seem to like your lips, "Lisa finally said. She raised her eyes to April's, a look of surprise and desire residing there.

"Mine seem to like yours too," April said. A smiled played across her lips. She was glad she had come back. Now there would be no questions when they got together tonight, no clumsy fumbling and no wondering if the girl wanted her. April looked at Lisa, not wanting to leave. 

"Bye," April said

"Bye," Lisa said.

April strolled back to her car, her legs no longer wobbly. She had done it, she had kissed Lisa! She had taken control of the kiss, initiating the kiss and ending it before Lisa wanted it to end. April took her keys out and started the Mustang and began to drive back to her apartment, images of her morning constantly playing in her head.

As April pulled out of the parlor's parking lot and pointed the Mustang toward the Garden District, her body cried out for a cup of coffee. She knew the Morning Call Coffee Shop was nearby and she steered the Mustang towards a cup of Café Au Lait and some beignets. That would be the perfect ending to what had become a perfect morning.

As she waited for the coffee and beignets to be served, her thoughts slipped back to Lisa. The girl had certainly been a surprise, her interest in April totally unexpected. She had been a pleasant surprise, to be sure, but a surprise nonetheless. April could still taste Lisa's lipstick and the girl's perfume had replaced the fragrance of Mary France in April's mind. What had made her become so aggressive? Why did she feel the need to go back into the parlor and ravish Lisa's lips? Had she finally accepted her lesbianism? Was she a lesbian? She had certainly acted like it. She had never kissed a man in the aggressive way she had kissed Lisa. No man had ever excited her like that. 

She had decided, just like that. She had lain for an hour at the mercy of Mary France. She had opened herself to Mary France in a way she had never opened herself to anyone. She had felt frustrated and had masturbated after Mary France had made her come for an hour. Mary France had controlled the most personal part of her body and yet Mary France had remained completely clothed. Mary France had denied April's need, had made her beg and April had found herself loving the denial, craving the helplessness, her body on fire with desire. Mary France had flaunted her control over April and spanked April's ass cheeks right before she had strutted out of the room. Then April realized why she had forced her kiss on Lisa. She wanted to take some control back. She had seemed to be out of control, at the mercy of what Mary France or even Lisa would do. There would have been no guarantee that Lisa would have called her and surely no guarantee that Mary France would return her calls or agree to see her again. So she had taken some control back. A smile stole across her face.

With a renewed confidence, April negotiated her way back to her apartment in the Garden District. She found a parking space a block away from the apartment, a beautiful old home that had been converted to apartments some years ago. 

Her spirits were soaring as she entered the apartment, throwing her keys on the sofa and heading for her bedroom. She undressed, unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it onto the bed, her hip hugger slacks following the blouse shortly thereafter. She faced her dresser mirror, noting the starkness of her raven hair against the white of her bra. Her hair, her eyes and her breasts had always drawn compliments from males and females, and she thought back to some of the girls who had expressed their admiration of her body. Had they been trying to hit on her? She knew she was naïve in some ways, she had said as much to Lisa, but could she have been totally unaware of another girl's interest? 

She reached back and unhooked her bra and let it fall on the floor in front of the dresser. She looked at her breasts. She could still see the lipstick marks, but the orgasmic flush had receded. She traced the lipstick marks with her fingers and brought her fingers to her mouth, hoping she would still be able to taste Mary France's lipstick. As she traced the lipstick mark, her nipple began to harden. She fondled the nipple between her thumb and forefingers, pinching it, watching it grow with want. 


She brushed the palms of her hands across her nipples, feeling the stiffness that had occurred so quickly. Slowly, she moved her hands to the bottoms of her breasts and lifted them, offering them to herself in the mirror. "Here, kiss them, Lisa. Kiss them, suckle them and lick them. They are my gift to you." April squeezed her eyes shut as she envisioned Lisa unhurriedly biting her nipples, grazing her teeth around them, and drawing them deep into her mouth. April hurriedly slipped her fingers into the waistband of her bikini panties and pushed them toward floor. She kicked the panties off, turned and crawled onto the bed. "This is where you will be tonight, Lisa, with me in my bed...." Lisa's unremitting sucking had made April aroused again. April moaned and let her hands roam down to the center of her being, her fingers finding her wetness and entering, plunging deeply into her vagina, then bringing the wetness to her mouth. She sucked on her fingers and dipped them again into her wetness, her vision of Lisa nursing on her breasts sending her into orgasmic orbit. She stroked her clitoris, her feet pushing against the mattress, her toes curling. "Oh, Lisa," she moaned. "Don't stop." Her vision of Lisa's hair and mouth and lips caressing her breasts kept on until the final rush of orgasm subsided. April lay looking up at the ceiling of her room. "You've got it bad, real bad," she said. Halfheartedly, April lifted herself up, placed her unsteady feet on the floor and went in to take a shower.

The alarm of a fire engine in her dream awakened April, but as she looked at the clock, she realized it was the ringing of the phone. "Probably coming to put the fire in your body out," she thought. She leaned over to answer the phone.

"Hello?" She said. 

"Hi, it's me, Lisa," April looked at the clock: 6:30pm. Could she have slept all afternoon? 

"Hi!" April's voice came alive. Lisa had called. She wanted more. Lisa wanted the date as much as April did, maybe more.

"I thought I'd call you before I came over, to see what to wear and remind you of our date just in case you forgot." Lisa laughed a nervous laugh.




Massage Orgasm Ch. 04



"I don't think I would forget a date with you, not after that kiss this afternoon." April hoped she could set the mood right away; get Lisa thinking about kissing her again.

"Yes, that was nice, wasn't it? I didn't touch up my lipstick all day." Lisa whispered. "I finally touched it up when I got out of the shower a few minutes ago. I touched some other things too," Lisa whispered again.

"Hmm.... I felt your lips on mine all the way home.... April's voice caught, causing her to have to clear her throat. "But to answer your question...let's go kinda dressy-casual.

"That sounds good. I'll be over at seven. Do you have anyplace special in mind?" Lisa said.

"I thought we could go to the Quarter, maybe have a drink at Pat O'Brien's and then have dinner. Maybe go over to the Riverwalk after dinner.

"I like the way you think.... and April, wear something sexy." April heard Lisa make kissing sounds as she rang off. 

April sat up in bed. She had fallen asleep in just her bikini panties. She got out of bed, stumbled to the bathroom to and took a shower. She massaged her body wash all over, carefully avoiding sensitive areas. She quickly stepped out of the shower, dried herself off and wrapped a towel around her hair. As she finished in the bathroom, she dabbed some perfume on her neck, then decided to add a dab to the underside of her breasts. Lastly, she placed a dab on each of her inner thighs. She stared at her nude body in the mirror. Not bad, she thought, not bad at all.

"Wear something sexy, "Lisa had said. April slipped into a pair of black dress jeans that molded around her hips, leaving her midriff bare. She donned a black lace top. She smiled. She knew her lace top looked just like a teddy. She would surely draw some attention tonight. She let her jet black hair fall about her shoulders. She finished brushing her hair and went to the closet for her backless black pumps. She was ready.

At a little after seven, Lisa rang the doorbell. She had taken a couple of wrong turns and got going the wrong way on one-way streets before she had gotten her bearings and managed to find the old home. One way streets were a way of life in New Orleans, especially in the Garden District. But she hadn't done too badly and was only a few minutes late. 

April looked through the peephole in the door and saw Lisa standing on the porch of the house, looking like something out of Playboy. Her auburn hair was up, a pair of hoop earrings dangled from her ears. She was stunning, her lips a cherry red. Her lace top was pink, her jeans a dress dark blue denim. She had a silver ring in her navel and was wearing the most beautiful smile April had ever seen.

A silver colored car sat at the curb right in front of the old home. It was a sports car and looked to be a foreign make. 

As Lisa stepped into April's apartment, April took her hand and led her into the kitchen.

"A drink is in order, "April said. She turned and squeezed Lisa's hand and drew her into her embrace. April kissed her on the neck, just below her ear. Lisa sighed.

"I could use one," Lisa said. "What are you having?"

April brought Lisa's hand up to her lips and placed a kiss on Lisa's knuckles. "I am going to make you a New Orleans tradition...an Old Fashioned, ever hear of it?"

"I think so...they are supposed to be strong, aren't they?" Lisa thought about the new interest cops had in giving out DWI's in New Orleans, the 'city that care forgot.'

'Oh, yes...that they are...but they are so good!" April turned and got the ingredients from her cupboard. She had learned how to make an Old Fashioned while she was in college and tending bar part-time at one of New Orleans' best restaurants. As the owner of the restaurant used to tell her, "a couple of these and you're on your ass, honey, so don't drink them with someone you don't really like."

"So what are we going to do about driving?" Lisa's eyebrows lifted again. She is really good with her eyebrows, April thought. She can say things with her eyes that other people can't say in two days with their voices.

"We'll take a cab...we'll be drinking anyway and it's only about a ten dollar cab ride from here to the Quarter...." April's smile said everything. 

"And you can get me drunk and we can neck in the back of the cab..." Lisa moved to where April stood, wrapped her arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck.

"We'll never get out of here if you keep that up," April said. She wanted to go out, but she didn't want Lisa to stop. 

Lisa's lips traveled around April's neck to her collarbone. Lisa took the collarbone into her lips and sucked. April leaned her head back against Lisa.

"Are you going to finish making those drinks.....?" Lisa said.

"You minx, "April said. "I've got an idea...I will finish making the drinks and we can take them with us...the cabbie won't mind. We'll have to take them in plastic cups, though. You can't take glass on the street anymore, remember?" 

"I remember. We can still get just as drunk, though." Lisa laughed and hugged April closer to her. She let her hands roam up towards April's breasts. April closed her eyes as Lisa fondled her breasts through her lace top, and then took Lisa's hands away. 

"If I don't stop you now, I'll never stop you," April said.

April finished making the drinks and they called a cab. It must have been close to April's apartment because it got there quickly. Lisa had hoped she and April would be able to neck on her sofa for 15 or 20 minutes while they waited for the cab, but, no, the world's fastest cab pulled up 5 minutes after they called for it.

April and Lisa walked to the cab, their fingers entwined. The cab driver stood holding the back door of the cab open for them. "Evenin,' ladies" he said, tipping his cap. April and Lisa crawled into the back seat of what seemed like a brand new cab. After the driver was seated behind the wheel, April commented on the car. The driver beamed. He had just taken delivery of the cab that day. "You girls are breakin it in for me." He said. 

April turned to Lisa and a crooked smile played across her lips. She leaned over and kissed Lisa gently on the lips. Lisa held the kiss and traced her tongue lightly around April's lips. "We'll do our best for you, "April said. Looking into the rearview mirror, April could see that the driver had seen them kiss. Even though he was black, she thought she saw him blush.

"Where to, ladies?" He said. 

"To the Quarter, driver! First stop, Pat O's!" April said.



Massage Orgasm Ch. 05



As the cab rolled down St. Charles Avenue, Lisa looked out the window and wondered how people afforded to live in these grand old houses. Although many of them had been renovated and configured for apartments, as had the one April rented, many more had been kept up over the years and the breath of 'old money' seemed to flow from the buildings themselves. Lisa figured the electric bills alone were more than she made in a month.

April watched as Lisa admired the old houses. Her eyes were reflecting the lights of the avenue, and April could tell by the way Lisa was taking it all in that she didn't make it down to St. Charles Avenue very often. But really, not a lot of people did. Most locals used the Expressway to get to Downtown and the Quarter, riding by the Superdome and never even thinking of St. Charles Avenue unless that was their destination. Even most tourists missed the magic of the area unless they took a ride on the Streetcar Line that ran from Canal Street to Claiborne Avenue. So Lisa could still be sophisticated and yet be amazed by St. Charles Avenue. April thought that it gave Lisa an aura of innocence, although she knew that Lisa was far from innocent in other ways.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" April said. 

"Yes... yes it is." Lisa said. "I've only been down here a couple of times- once with my parents when I was about fourteen and once with a date who got so drunk and obnoxious I had to call a cab to get home."

"Really?" April was shocked. "What happened?"

"I was only about seventeen at the time and we had been at Ruby Red's on Esplanade Avenue. He started to get loud and yell at the bartender and I could tell they were going to throw us and the couple we had come with out on the street. I left him in the bar and pretended I had to go to the bathroom. It took him an hour to realize I was gone.. What a jerk. But it worked out. I wound up going to bed with his best friend. It was funny. The guy who I left in the bar never would go to bed with me"

"You're kidding!" April wondered how anyone could turn down sex with this girl.

. "He was good with his fingers, though! I have to admit he made me come with his fingers. But I couldn't get him to make love to me. He was afraid I would get pregnant. But his friend didn't have those hang-ups. I dated him a few times, but it wasn't anything special. And he didn't know what he was doing. I never came with him. God, I can't believe I am telling you all this." 

April found herself giggling. "Here I am an amateur and my first date is with a 'woman of the world.'" 

"Oh, I don't know. That was my last experience with a man. I met a girl my senior year and she made me come with her fingers. And I haven't looked at a man since then." Lisa turned and leaned over and kissed April on the neck. She whispered in April's ear, "How are your fingers?"

April felt herself redden. "I don't know.... I guess alright..... I can make myself come." Lisa laughed and shook her head. 

April felt Lisa breathe into her ear, "If you can make yourself come, you can make me come." . April glanced in the rearview mirror to see if the cabbie was getting an earful. He was just driving. April was getting goose bumps but it wasn't cold outside. She felt Lisa slide her hand onto her thigh and slowly move her fingers up and down the length of her thigh. Lisa let her fingers trace up the inside of April's thigh and cup April's vagina through her jeans, Lisa's middle finger settling right under April's opening. April felt her wetness begin.

April closed her eyes. Lisa's lips journeyed around to the front of April's neck, her tongue finding the hollow. Lisa's thumb imitated her tongue, traveling up towards April's clitoris and down to where her wetness betrayed her. 

"Lisa...," April moaned. "I think we might be giving the driver a show," she whispered.

Lisa looked up at the rearview mirror. "He's a good driver. He's pretending he doesn't see us." Lisa lowered her voice and whispered," I'll bet he's hard. We're giving him something he's never going to tell his grandchildren." Lisa's lips moved to meet April's. Her kiss was hard, insisting. April relented and opened her lips to let Lisa's tongue have its way with her, just as she had that afternoon. Traffic passed on the avenue, but the girls were unaware. 

Lisa moved her leg over April's thigh and moved her knee up against April's vagina. April felt Lisa's knee settle perfectly between her legs and she wished she could have just Lisa's knee and not the hardness of the denim.

Lisa broke the kiss and whispered as she brought her lips to April's mouth again." Rub against my knee, April. Go ahead, move against my knee, baby." Lisa's left hand slowly moved up to caress April's right breast, her fingers closing around April's extended nipple. . She opened her legs to allow Lisa's knee even greater access and began moving her hips against Lisa's knee. "That's it, fuck my knee, April,' Lisa's mouth jammed hard against April's and the sound of the obscenity coming from Lisa's beautiful lips increased April's excitement. The incredible sensation of hardness against the hardness of her center combined with Lisa's kisses to make April gasp audibly. She groaned aloud. "Lisa......oh, Lisa....Lisa...."

April's hips moved in rhythm with Lisa's kiss, thrusting against Lisa's knee as Lisa thrust her tongue into and out of April's mouth. Lisa murmured, "You're going to come, April, I can feel it. Go, baby....come for me... come for me...don't stop....." Lisa's lips moved to April's ear and she sucked it and moved her tongue deep into it, French kissing her ear like she had her mouth. Lisa's right hand moved to caress April's left breast, Lisa's fingers pulling the hardened nipple and centering her palm around it, closing her hand to encompass all of it. April felt her clitoris stiffen and she moved with more frenetic force against Lisa's knee. Putting her arms around Lisa's back, April pressed herself into Lisa, holding onto her, clutching her, pulling on Lisa's lace top, wishing it were not there, feeling Lisa's breasts against hers, just the fabric separating their hardened nipples.

April's orgasm started in her breast and moved rapidly down her body. She sucked Lisa's tongue and clung to it, treasuring the feel of it inside her mouth, afraid to let it go, afraid of the sounds she would make. She wanted to scream out her orgasm, but she wanted it to be silent too. She moaned through her throat and into Lisa's mouth, sucking, sucking on Lisa's tongue, April's guttural moan becoming one with them in their kiss. 

Holding tightly onto Lisa, her shudders subsiding, April slowly broke the kiss. "My God, Lisa...Oh...you are unbelievable" April opened her eyes and looked into the most beautiful pair of blue eyes she had ever seen. 

Lightly kissing April just below her eyes, Lisa said, "No, you are unbelievable...you are so alive...so vibrant....so...lovely." She let her lips travel to April's lips and gave April little pecking kisses along her upper and lower lips. Finally her mouth found April's again and she kissed April deeply. April greedily sucked Lisa's tongue again, savoring the taste of Lisa's juices, swallowing all the fluids she could draw out of Lisa's mouth. 

This time Lisa broke the kiss, taking a breath. "We could go on like this all night."

"Yes...we could." April said.  

"You love this, don't you?" Lisa said

"If you mean doing what we just did together, yes I love this...I especially love it right now with you." April stared into Lisa's ocean blue eyes.

"You are an extremely sexual woman, April. You let yourself go. You totally give of yourself...." 

"I don't know. I'm the one who just had an orgasm in a cab. Seems like I did all of the taking. You did all of the giving." April brushed Lisa's hair back and kissed Lisa on the cheek.

Lisa leaned forward into April, her breasts pressing into April's. April lifted her lips to Lisa's neck and sucked on the side of her neck, her tongue grazing Lisa's skin.

"See what I mean? You are extremely sexual, April. You are turning me on, sucking on my neck, using your tongue to drive me insane. I want you so badly right now." Lisa buried her face in the side of April's neck. April could feel a wetness against her neck. Lisa was crying. 

April took Lisa's face into her hands. "I've never thought of myself as sexual, Lisa. I never even had an orgasm except with myself until this afternoon! Now I've had nine!" April laughed. "Maybe you have a point."

Lisa drew back, smiling. She brushed her tears away with the back of her hand and said, "Nine? This afternoon you said Mary France had given you seven orgasms. Did I miss one?"

Running her tongue across her lips and cocking her head, April said, "Yes, you did. I couldn't get you out of my mind this afternoon and I masturbated when I got back to my apartment. You were sucking on my breasts when I came. So I guess you've made me come twice today." 

"And you called me a minx!" Lisa laughed.

"Pat O's, ladies," the cabbie said.

April leaned forward over the seat and whispered to the driver. He nodded and gave April his card and wrote something on it. April kissed him on the cheek, handed him some cash and got out of the cab. 

"What did you tell him?" Lisa said.

"I just told him we wanted him to drive us when we were through in the Quarter. He gave me his card and his cell number and I gave him an extra twenty. So when we're finished dinner, we call him and we have our own cab." April brushed her lips across Lisa's ear and said, "That way we don't have to break in a new driver."

"You think of everything." Lisa kissed April on the cheek.

"Oh, not everything. You think of some incredible things yourself!"

April took Lisa's hand. As they entered the bar, April said, "Let's go get a Hurricane. You made me thirsty."

The bar was packed with people. Tourists were standing in a line outside, waiting to get into Pat O's famous Piano Bar, where the songstress took requests from folks visiting from all over the country. The lady had been singing for years and no one had ever stumped her when it came to football fight songs or alma maters. 

April and Lisa headed for the regular bar, a small bar where locals went to get some of the best drinks in town. If you wanted a regular drink, Pat O's had the best drinks and the best prices, something not even locals were totally aware of. The bar was packed, this one with locals and some tourists who had stumbled in, not wanting to wait in line. Farther on into the building was Pat O's famous Patio Bar where couples went for a romantic drink by a fountain that was always on. It was a true New Orleans place. Legend had it that Pat O'Brien's served more alcohol than any other place in the world. And they only accepted cash. No credit cards, no checks, only cash. Small signs were posted on the walls, indicating "We do not serve Coca Cola." Years ago, The Coca-Cola Company had sued Pat O's because customers would order a "rum and coke," and the waiters would not advise the customer that Pat O's did not serve Coke. They used Pepsi, had for years. Coke won the suit and the bar had to place signs around the establishment letting people know that they did not serve Coke. It was said that the owners of the place would not let a Coke truck park outside the bar to deliver to other customers in the Quarter. Nobody ever confirmed that rumor, but everybody seemed to believe it. 

And Pat's was still the place to be. Everybody in the Quarter had copied the Hurricane drink Pat's invented; Pat's even marketed a mix you could take home with you. But people still came to Pat O'Brien's. It was the Original and it was a good bar. To women, it was the place to meet men, to men the place to meet women. Pat O's was the original "meat market," before anyone had ever heard that expression. 

April pulled Lisa into the regular bar and signaled for the bartender's attention. Almost immediately, the bartender was standing in front of April. "Could you get us a couple of Cosmopolitans?" April said. She smiled and the bartender's face lit up. "Right away, m'am, "he said. 

"Cosmopolitans?" Lisa said. "I thought we were on Old Fashioneds."

"We were. But we've already had one and we still have to have our Hurricane. I want to be able to walk out of here, even if I'm not driving!" April put her arm around Lisa's waist and drew her nearer.

April had to raise her voice so she could be heard, and said, "Lisa, I am so glad I met you this afternoon. If you wouldn't have said anything when I wanted to leave a tip for Mary France, we wouldn't be here." April noted that a couple of guys that had been standing nearby had overheard her.

"All the women want to leave a tip for Mary France. But most of them are older, and like I said, a lot of them are married. You were so young and beautiful. I couldn't let you get away without at least trying to talk with you. And I was thinking that Mary France had probably really liked you. But I liked you as soon as I saw you come out of your massage room. And you had that "satisfied" look about you, like you had just had the best sex of your life. 

"Really? It was that obvious?" April squeezed Lisa's waist. "I must have looked a wreck. I remember lying on the massage table wondering if I was going to have the energy to get up. I was naked, my legs were still spread, Mary France had just up and walked out on me. But she slapped my ass before she left and just turned me on more. Oh....,Lisa....I forgot."

"What?" Lisa was enthralled with the direction the conversation was taking.

"I forgot about one orgasm. I masturbated when Mary France left the room, before I got dressed. I was so scared someone would walk in on me" The two men who had overheard April at first were now pretending not to pay attention, but April could tell that they wanted to hear more. When they heard the word 'masturbated,' they could not hide their interest anymore. They were staring at April and Lisa, looking as if they couldn't believe these two beautiful women were gay. 

"So that's ten then." Lisa said. "Holy cow, you are a nymph and I love it!"

"You think so? You know, I could be making up for lost time. I am in my twenties, you know." April smiled her patented smile.

"I think we need to go have that Hurricane." Lisa said. She turned and led April out of the bar into the Patio Bar. The tables were almost all taken, but the girls found one in the back among the palm fronds. It was steaming outside, and the New Orleans humidity was stifling tonight. Lisa could feel the warmth of the humidity start to soak her lace top. She was braless and her breasts were outlined against the soft material.

April looked at Lisa as she sat enjoying the atmosphere of a great New Orleans night. April could see Lisa's nipples through the lace top. It was as if she were wearing a teddy and had put it on in a steamed up bathroom. April wanted to reach over and take Lisa's breast into her hand. She looked down at her own top and realized that she too was showing her breasts to their best advantage. 

Lisa saw April looking down at her breasts and reached over and took April's hand in hers. "You look like something out of a dream." 

April felt her sexual desire stirring inside of her. This girl had a way with words.

"Your breasts are pink." April said. "I can't help looking at them."

"You and every guy in here," Lisa said. "Look at those guys over there, the ones from the bar." April turned to look over to where Lisa was pointing. 

"They might as well just let their tongues hang out." April said.

"Too bad for them it's not their tongues that I'm interested in." Lisa said. She leaned over the table and kissed April softly on the lips.

. "I think it's time to eat." April said.

April and Lisa got up, and hand in hand walked out of Pat O's and onto St. Peter Street. April led Lisa around the corner to Jackson Square. Artists were busy painting and drawing caricatures of tourists, a few fortune tellers were stationed around the Square, a relatively new addition to the Square, one that hadn't been received very well by the artists. But the fortune tellers were here to stay, it seemed. April kept walking until she and Lisa reached Decatur Street. They took a left at the Café Du Monde and walked past several famous old places, including the Central Grocery, where the first Muffaletta had been sold, always cold, never hot. 

"Where are we going?" Lisa was famished and a little drunk.

"To Tujaque's , it's one of the oldest restaurants in the city. And it's got a century-old tradition that got broken in the late '80's. They finally got their first woman bartender. I met the woman who made the break. She's beautiful. She still works once in a while. But guess what? Most of their bartenders are women now. Customers seem to like it that way. The food is wonderful. Just one menu, no decisions to make." April pulled on Lisa's hand as she hurried along the street. "Come on, it's just up here on the left."

The restaurant was old and looked run down on the outside. But the inside was true New Orleans. As the maitre'd turned to lead the girls to a table, April caught his arm and said," I want to show her the bar first. We'll get our table later."

It was dark and the bar still carried a distinctive male flavor as it had since its beginning. At one time, women had been forbidden to enter the bar, and then later they had been allowed, but only with a male escort. Back then, unescorted ladies were assumed to be prostitutes. 

April took Lisa's hand and started toward the bar. "April, I am starving." Lisa said.

"We'll eat in a few minutes. I want you to see this bar." April tugged on Lisa's hand. Lisa followed.

There were two bartenders tonight, both of them female, and as April and Lisa sat down, Lisa watched the bartenders, seemingly deep in conversation.. One was a blonde and the other brunette, and as the blonde walked toward Lisa and April, the brunette patted her on the behind. 

Lisa put her hand on April's thigh and whispered, "the bartenders are gay. I saw the brunette pat the blonde on the ass as she walked away." Lisa brought her hand up the inside of April's thigh and let it rest there with her fingers crooked into the crease at the top of April's thigh.. April drew a breath. 

"Don't move your fingers. Keep them there." April closed her eyes. The bartender arrived just as April closed her eyes. 

"Having good thoughts?" she said. April quickly opened her eyes, smiling. 

"Matter of fact, I am." April said. "And later they're going to be more than thoughts." April flipped her hair and winked at the bartender. April felt Lisa squeeze the inside of her thigh.

April thought she saw the bartender blush. April leaned back and stretched, knowing that her top was wet with sweat, her nipples accentuated and very visible." Are you going to take our order or just stare at me all night?" April said. She felt a satisfaction that she had made this good-looking blond uncomfortable. But the bartender recovered quickly.

"I think I'll do a little of both since the scenery is so nice." She smiled and met April's eyes with an intense gaze. "What'll it be, girls?"

April felt challenged now. She said, "Do you know how to make an Old Fashioned?" She knew this would throw an inexperienced bartender, as making a real New Orleans Old Fashioned was a work of art. She stared directly into the bartenders eyes, daring the bartender to make another smart remark. 

"Of course, this is Tujaque's. You have to be able to make one before you can get the job, baby. This isn't some bar at a chain restaurant. And guess what? I'm not a rookie, at anything. So that'll be two, girls? Or does your beautiful girlfriend want something else?" The bartender's gaze shifted to Lisa, who had been taking all of this in with a quizzical look on her face.




Massage Orgasm Ch. 05



"No. I'll have an Old Fashioned too." Lisa said. 

"Coming right up," the bartender said. As she walked away, Lisa watched the sway her hips. 

"That bitch," April said. 

"Yeah, but she is hot," Lisa said. "Her body is made for serious loving. And she's available." April's head pivoted toward Lisa.

"How do you know that?" April said. 

"It's obvious. She's into women, you're a woman, I'm a woman. I can tell. After all, I've been at this a bit longer than you have." Lisa squeezed April's thigh again.

"Get your hand off of my thigh." April said. "If you think she's so hot, why don't you take her home with you tonight?" April's green eyes threw darts into Lisa's blue ones.

"Come on, April, you're the one who gave her a show. What did you think would happen? She's interested in you, that's why she came back at you like she did. Who wouldn't be interested? You practically invited her to squeeze your tits." Lisa's voice had risen to normal level and the word 'tits' seemed to reverberate around the room.

"Keep your voice down." April hissed. She looked quickly around the bar, but it was getting late for dinner and there was only one couple at the other end of the room.

Lisa lowered her voice to a whisper put her hand on the back of April's neck and said, "Oh, so now you're going to give me the 'this is a respectable place' bit? After you almost turned it into a strip show? Why don't you just show her your breasts when she comes back with the drinks?" Lisa looked down at April's breasts and noticed that April's nipples had hardened to a point. They were long and extended. Lisa reached and cupped April's nipple like she had in the cab. She heard April swallow and let out a breath.

"I dare you," Lisa said. "I dare you to lift up your top and show that blonde your breasts when she comes back. Give her something to remember this night by."

"That'll get us thrown out of here." April said.

"No, it won't. There's only one couple in the bar and I guarantee that they are not paying any attention to us. Here is what we'll do. We'll move over to that table in the corner while she is making the drinks. Then when she comes over, you find a way to show her your breasts. I know you want to. Your nipples are poking through your top. I've dated guys whose dicks didn't get as hard as your nipples are." Lisa brought her fingers to a close around April's nipple and pinched it, sending a shock darting down through April's entire body. 

Lisa got up and walked over to the table in the corner. April reluctantly followed. "We'll be over in the corner, bartender." Lisa said.

"Gotcha." The bartender replied. She looked over at Lisa and winked. 

Lisa sat down facing the bar and let April sit closer to where Lisa figured the drinks would be delivered. 

As the bartender walked over, Lisa noted her clothes for the first time. She had been so enamored by the bartender's looks and the way she had talked that she hadn't noticed her outfit. She wore a short pleated skirt with a white long-sleeve blouse that buttoned down the front. Three buttons were unfastened. Lisa thought that the bartender had loosened two of the buttons while she was making the drinks. She was beautifully endowed but not overly so, her breasts a natural fit with her 5'3" or so frame. Lisa could see the second bartender glancing over at the table, a jealous look residing in her eyes..

The bartender set the tray down on the table and leaned over to place the drinks in front of Lisa and then April, her hair falling in front of her face. As she placed the drinks, her blouse fell open and her breasts tried to escape the confines of the blouse. But the third button kept them in place. Still, as she place April's drink down in front of her, April's eyes were drawn to the blonde's breasts. April sat transfixed, her eyes traveling over the sweet expanse of flesh. The bartender noticed that April's mouth had fallen open in surprise.

"Like what you see?" She asked April. She was so close to April now that the scent of her perfume overwhelmed April's senses. It was intoxicating. April, embarrassed, looked away from the bartender's breasts and into her eyes. 

"Yes." She said. It was all she could say. A lump rose in her throat.

"I knew you would. And I liked what I saw when you stretched for me back at the bar." The bartender's lips drew near to April's ear and she whispered, "Would you like to see more?" 

"Here?" April said. 

"It's late and there are only a few customers. Why don't you meet me in the ladies room? Go ahead in when you are ready and I'll meet you in there." The bartender straightened up and walked back to the bar.

"Well, she turned the tables on us." Lisa said. "Are you going to meet her?"

"Do you want me to?" April said.

"If you want to, it's okay. Do you want me to go with you?" Lisa winked at April.

"This is getting a little kinky." April said.

"It got a little kinky when you flirted with her." Lisa said.

"You want to go with me, don't you?" April said. The thought of Lisa going with her to meet the girl made April draw a deep breath. 

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Lisa said. With a challenged look in her eye, April stood and walked over to where the bartender was pretending to be cleaning glasses. 

"Could you tell me where the ladies room is?" April let her breasts rest upon the bar.

"Through that door and to the right." The blonde bartender said.

"Thank you." April said. She walked away, making sure to move her hips as seductively as she could. Lisa got up and followed April.

After giving April and Lisa time to reach the ladies room, the blonde bartender said to her brunette friend, "I'll be right back. I have to go to the ladies room." The brunette grabbed the blonde's arm and stopped her. She pulled on the blonde's arm until the blonde was close to her.

"You're going to meet that bitch and her girlfriend, aren't you?" Lightening flashed in the brunette's eyes.

"No. I just have to go pee. Let go of my arm." The blonde pulled her arm back from the brunette and walked quickly away..

April entered the ladies room and started to shiver. It reminded her of the shivers she had had earlier in the day as she waited for Mary France to enter the massage room. She was nervous and wondering what in the world she was doing. She went over to the mirrored and lighted basin and started to re-do her lipstick. Lisa came in and watched her. The ladies room was beautiful, the way ladies rooms used to be in all the fine hotels and restaurants around the country, tiled floors and brass spigots and marble throughout. Only one old fashioned thing was missing: the female attendant. Personal service had suffered its demise even in the finest places.

"I thought the only person you were going to get gussied up for tonight was me." Lisa said. She walked over and stood behind April, her eyes meeting April's in the mirror.

"You wanted me to show the bartender my tits." April said. "Having second thoughts?"

The bartender opened the door part way and looked around the room. The brunette and her redheaded girlfriend were alone. 

"Looks like we have company," The bartender said. "Maybe I should come back later." She started to close the door.

"No, don't go." April said. "I told her to come. I was nervous about meeting you in here, so I asked her to come." April turned around. Lisa stepped to the side, her hands on her hips, her fingers coming to rest near her belly button.

Quickly, the bartender walked over to Lisa, reached out and grabbed Lisa's left breast and squeezed it, causing Lisa to gasp. But Lisa made no protest; she closed her eyes. The bartender continued squeezing her breast, kneading it and bringing her fingers to close around Lisa's nipple. With her other hand, the blonde put her hand behind Lisa's head and brought her lips to Lisa's. Lisa's hands sought the blonde's ass cheeks and pulled the blonde closer, pulling her hips between her legs. The blonde grinded her hips into Lisa's, her left hand now finding the top of Lisa's jeans. She unbuttoned Lisa's jeans and pulled the zipper down, exposing Lisa's red pubic hair. Her hand darted down into Lisa's hair, her fingers swiftly finding Lisa's opening. 

April watched in fascination. It had happened so fast and so unexpectedly. Lisa had given in so easily...and the blonde was totally controlling Lisa. April's hand sought her own breast and began to knead it slowly, imitating the blonde's motions with Lisa. April imagined the blonde's hands on her instead of Lisa, the blonde's hands reaching into her jeans. April squeezed her eyes shut as her own hand found her wetness. 

Lisa grunted from deep inside, her left hand still clutching the blonde's firm globes, her right holding herself up against the basin. The blonde's lips left Lisa's, moving down to her neck and sucking. Lisa threw her head back. "Yes...right there, baby, please...don't stop." Lisa pleaded.

The blonde's middle finger moved deeply into Lisa until her finger was totally embedded inside of Lisa. Lisa's wetness coated the blonde's finger and the bartender started a slow, rhythmic movement. Lisa bucked against the blonde's hand. The blonde let her finger curl inside of Lisa's vagina and found her G-spot. Lisa let out a guttural scream. She pushed harder against the blonde's hand, both of her arms now around the blonde's back, holding on tightly as she came. The blonde let Lisa's orgasm subside, but her hand still rested inside of Lisa. She started to move her hand again and brought her lips to Lisa's. Lisa kissed the blonde deeply, sucking on the blonde's tongue, not wanting to let it go. The blonde broke the kiss. "I knew you were the one who was interested. You were the one who wanted me." She slowly moved her finger to the top of Lisa's vagina, finding Lisa's clitoris. It was hard and extended and the blonde rubbed Lisa's clitoris, letting Lisa's wetness cover her fingers, reveling in Lisa's rasping breaths. She heard Lisa gulp for air. The blonde pulled her fingers from Lisa and brought them up to Lisa's mouth. "Suck my fingers," she said. "Taste yourself." Lisa greedily sucked the blonde's fingers, tasting her juices. Too soon, the blonde pulled her fingers from Lisa and kissed Lisa roughly, plunging her tongue into Lisa's mouth, tasting and sharing Lisa's juices. She put her hands around Lisa's waist and pulled hard on Lisa's jeans, pulling them off of Lisa's hips so that they fell at Lisa's feet. Lisa's gorgeous legs lay exposed and her vaginal hair showed her excitement as tiny droplets of wetness shown in the light. 

"You want to come again?" The blonde said.

"...You know I do... What are you doing?" Lisa said.

"I'm going to watch your girlfriend make you come." The blonde said. "Come on, Miss America, your girlfriend needs you."

April's hand was buried in her vagina when the blonde broker her reverie. Embarrassed, April pulled her hand away. Looking disheveled, April ran her fingers through her hair. "What?" She said.

The blonde strolled over to the door and locked the bolt. Then, she sauntered over to April. "I said, your girlfriend needs you. Look at her. She's come once and wants to come again. She has her jeans down around her ankles. She is waiting for you." Lisa looked down at herself but her excitement prevented her from pulling up her jeans. The forbidden aspect of her situation added to the stimulation of the moment. 

"Go on," the blonde said. "Go to her and make her come." 

"But I thought you and I...." April said.

"If you are good, maybe you and I later..." the bartender said. "Come on." Pulling on April's arm, she led April over to where Lisa stood. I've never seen anyone look so beautiful as Lisa does right now, April thought. The blonde took April's hand and guided it to Lisa's vagina.

"Feel how wet she is." The blonde said. "Her clitoris is still hard. Here, feel it." Her hand on April's, the blonde took April's middle finger and placed on Lisa's center. Lisa opened her legs wider, wanting April's fingers totally inside of her. The blonde knelt in front of Lisa and removed Lisa's heels and then pulled Lisa's jeans off and threw them aside. 

Lisa opened her legs even wider, her arms grabbing onto April's neck as April's fingers found her clitoris. Lisa's hips started to gyrate against April's hand and Lisa held her breath, her mouth glued to April's neck. "Right there," Lisa gasped. "Don't stop...right there...yes...yes...oh, April....yes." 

April felt Lisa's body tremble with her orgasm, her lips sucking at April's neck, Lisa's moans emanating from deep within her. Gradually, Lisa's breathing began to slow. "Please, stay inside of me..." Lisa said. "Just stay inside of me...let me feel you inside of me..."

April glanced into the mirror behind the basin. The blonde stood, hands on her hips, a self-satisfied smile on her lips. Her blouse open, She moved over behind April, brought her hands around April's body and cupped both of April's breasts. She let her unencumbered breasts push against April's back as she kissed the back of April's neck. Softly she whispered, "When you get tired of not being able to satisfy the redhead, give me a call." She trailed her fingers across April's breasts, sending a shockwave through April. 

Reaching into the pocket of her skirt, she withdrew a card. With two fingers she placed the card inside the front pocket of April's jeans, her fingers lingering a little too long. The blonde drew back, buttoned her blouse and turned and walked to the ladies room door. "Better get dressed, girls. Never know when someone will walk in." She unlocked the door and left.

Nervously, April ran over to the door and locked it again. Lisa, looking contented and a little drunk, was still leaning on the basin. April rushed over and grabbed Lisa's jeans off the floor and knelt in front of Lisa. "Here, let's get your jeans back on." April said.

Lisa lifted her sculptured leg and put one and then the other into the jeans. April's eyes roamed over Lisa's legs, trying to put the beauty of them in her memory. Lisa pulled up the jeans, but before she could zip them up, April pushed Lisa's hands away. April let her hands wander through Lisa's hair and then around to her ass cheeks, gently squeezing them, making Lisa moan. 

"We'll never get out of here." Lisa said.

April zipped up Lisa's jeans and fastened the button. "You are beautiful." April said.

"And exhausted. Let's go." Lisa pulled April's lips to hers and kissed her.

"Oh, God, look at my hair and my lips." Lisa said. She ran her fingers through her hair and tried to freshen her lipstick. 

April stood next to Lisa, brushing her hair. "I guess we'll pick something up on the way back to my apartment. The kitchen is closed now." 

"Something or someone?" Lisa said.

"Something. I've shared you enough. I want you all to myself the rest of the night." April said.

April unlocked the ladies room door and took Lisa by the hand. As they passed the bar, Lisa stole a look inside. The brunette and the blonde stood side by side, the brunette's hand on the blonde's hips. Neither looked Lisa's way.

April took out her cell phone and called the cabbie. He was just a few minutes away so April arranged to meet him at Café Du Monde. "Come on," April said. "Let's get some beignets and café au lait to stave off the hungries." She placed her arm around Lisa's waist and began walking.

Café Du Monde was crowded, but the girls found a table. The outside café was filled with an eclectic group of people, many of them tourists, but many of them locals. No one looked twice at the two beautiful girls who came into the café wrapped in each other's arms. A Vietnamese waitress quickly took their order of café au lait and beignets. The beignets came, covered in powdered sugar as is the custom in New Orleans. April raised one of the beignets to her lips. "There is a special way to eat these." She said. She looked over at Lisa. Lisa sat staring at April, watching her beautiful lips open to take a bite of the beignet. Just as April's lips began to close on the beignet, April blew out a strong breath and powdered sugar rained onto Lisa's top. 

"Hey!" Lisa exclaimed.

"I can't believe you don't know this tradition, Lisa." April laughed.

"I do, I do, but I never thought you would pull that stunt!" Lisa glanced down at her top and tried to brush the powdered sugar off.

"Don't do that, Lisa. I want to fulfill my fantasy tonight.... I want to lick the sugar off of your breasts. So at least wait until the cabbie gets here." April reached and squeezed Lisa's hand under the table.

Lisa felt her sexual excitement begin again. It had never really stopped. Her body had wanted to go on and on in the ladies room at the restaurant. She had felt totally controlled by the blonde and she found she liked the feeling. When the blonde had forced April to come over and give her a second orgasm, she had reached a new level of excitement and had had another orgasm quickly. And then she had seen the blonde, with her blouse wide open, parade over and grab April's breasts from behind. Lisa thought that the blonde was going to ravish April and this had heightened Lisa's wetness. She had watched while the blonde had played with April's breasts and had whispered something into April's ear, something Lisa could not hear. When the blonde had left the ladies room, Lisa had begun to feel vulnerable, exposed, and afraid that she and April would be caught by the restaurant's management or God forbid another customer. But Lisa had not been able to move; she had not been able to pick up her jeans. She had waited for April to do it. Then like a child she had put her legs into her jeans and pulled them up. She had seen April gaze at her legs and then April's hands had moved to her most intimate spot. Lisa had been unable to speak. When April's hands found their way onto Lisa's hips and had begun caressing them, Lisa had wanted to stay there with April forever. That had made Lisa weak; she had felt like she had needed help to stand up. All of these images came flooding back to her now as April had revealed her fantasy. Lisa's palm was wet as April took her fingers underneath the table. April moved her thumb to the center of Lisa's palm and rested it there. 

These feelings of weakness and loss of control were foreign to Lisa. She was the one usually in control. But it had started this afternoon when April had come back into the reception room and kissed her so sensuously. April had controlled that kiss, Lisa realized now. Lisa had flirted, but April had taken control. Lisa took a deep breath and breathed out slowly. She loved this feeling. Here was this girl who had never made love to another woman before, a girl who didn't even know if she was a lesbian until this afternoon, and she was making Lisa feel weak and on edge. Lisa's thoughts turned to her other lesbian experiences. She was always the one that girls and even older women desired. Except for Mary France, no one had turned the tables on her before. Mary France had made her beg, just like she had made April beg. But it had been at Mary France's apartment. She had lain naked on Mary France's bed as Mary France had teased her and made her come three times before Mary France had ever taken her clothes off. Lisa shivered as she remembered her anticipation as Mary France undressed. 

"Where are you?" April asked. "You look like you are somewhere far away." April rubbed her thumb over Lisa's palm.

"Oh...no where, I was just thinking..." Lisa smiled as she blushed.

"Must have been nice thoughts...were they about me?" April said. 

"About...things...and...yes...about you..." Lisa lied.

"There's our cabbie," April said. She closed her hand around Lisa's and stood up. April pulled some bills out of her purse and left them on the table for the waitress. "Come on, let's go home." April snaked her arm around Lisa's waist and the girls hurried to the cab.




Massage Orgasm Ch. 05



"Evenin' again, ladies," the cabbie said as he tipped his cap. 

"Where to now, girls?" the cabbie said, looking into his rearview mirror. He noted the powdered sugar on Lisa's top and wondered why she hadn't brushed it off.

"Back to where you picked us up," April said. "But first, stop at Camellia Grill and we'll get a couple of burgers to go." 

"Let's not stop, April," Lisa said. "Let's just go to your place. I think we can find something to eat there." Lisa squeezed April's hand and rested her head on April's shoulder.

. 'Okay, driver, home it is." April winked at the driver through his rearview mirror.

April let Lisa enter the apartment first. Then April closed silently closed the door. She leaned against the door and looked at Lisa. Lisa was so beautiful. Her skin was soft and white, the whiteness of her skin contrasting perfectly with her red hair. Her hair was disheveled, a portion of it hanging down to her neck. April walked over and took the rest of Lisa's hair down. "That's more like it. I love you with your hair down." April said.

The temperature in the apartment was comfortable, but Lisa felt cold. She had felt cold in the cab, her senses on overload. She had snuggled with April in the cab, wrapping her arms around April's waist. 

April had refrained from any sexual contact, even though she longed to caress Lisa's sugared breasts. But she wanted to wait. She wanted the moment she licked the sugar off of Lisa's breasts to be special. So she had resisted her urges.

But now April was ready. She put her hand behind Lisa's neck and drew Lisa's lips to hers. The kiss was gentle and sweet. "My bedroom is this way," April said as she tugged on Lisa's hand. April pulled Lisa down the hall and into the bedroom.

Lisa's gaze fell on the beautiful, frilly bedroom. Pink totally dominated the room and Lisa couldn't help but utter a low, whispered, "wow!"

"You like it?" April said. "I was hoping you would."

"Like it, I love it! What girl wouldn't love it?" Lisa slowly ran her hand along the pink comforter that covered the bed. "You are all woman, April." 

Lisa threw off her heels and walked over to April. April was now almost three inches taller than Lisa. Lisa put her arms around April's waist and lifted her lips to April's. Lisa's mouth was open in anticipation of the kiss and April didn't disappoint her. She kissed Lisa aggressively, her tongue alive with passion. April pulled on Lisa's waist until the girls were at the foot of April's bed. April sat on the bed and pulled Lisa toward her. Lisa's sugared breasts stood proudly in front of April's lips.

April's hands took hold of Lisa's top and April's lips found the powdered sugar at the bottom of the lacy top. She kissed it off of the top and her lips followed the trail of the sugar until they reached Lisa's nipples. April pressed her lips to Lisa's left breast and hungrily started to suck. She tasted the sugar that rested on the top, but her lips and tongue drew upon Lisa's nipple. April lifted her head and gazed into Lisa's eyes. 

"I think there is some sugar under here." April said as she lifted Lisa's top up over her head. April's eyes devoured Lisa's pink breasts. Little traces of sugar had found their way onto Lisa's breasts and April began her journey at the bottom of Lisa's left breast, her lips carefully sucking on Lisa's breast, being sure to get every trace of the succulent sugar. As she worked her way around Lisa's breast, she could hear Lisa's breathing start to get deeper and faster. When April's lips found Lisa's nipple, April felt Lisa's hand pull her face hard into her breast. 

"Yes, baby..." Lisa moaned. "Suck it...oh, April..."

April's other hand found Lisa's right breast and April's fingers closed around the whole breast and softly kneaded it. April moved her mouth from Lisa's left breast and began sucking at Lisa's right breast, April's lips finding and licking traces of the sugar.

"My fantasy is fulfilled now." April said. Quickly April unbuttoned Lisa's jeans and unzipped them. Reaching around Lisa's waist as she had at the restaurant's ladies room, April grabbed the jeans and pulled them down Lisa's magnificent legs. 

"Step out." April said. Holding onto April's shoulders, Lisa obeyed. April tossed the jeans into a corner of the bedroom. 

April's hands went up Lisa's back and she pulled Lisa to her, her lips finding the nipple of the right breast again. April began sucking hard at the nipple, her efforts rewarded by Lisa's gasping breaths. April let go of the nipple and raised her lips to Lisa's. Lisa leaned forward and crushed April's lips, causing April to fall backward until she was laying flat on her back, Lisa's lips and breasts mashing her own.

Lisa broke the kiss and crawled up April's body until her breasts hung directly over April's lips. "I'm in a bad way about you," Lisa said.

April eyes felt glued to Lisa's breasts. She took both of Lisa's breasts in her hands, her thumbs caressing Lisa's nipples. She began massaging Lisa's breasts. "I love your breasts, Lisa," April said. 

Lisa lowered her left breast into April's mouth. April began sucking greedily, her tongue flicking Lisa's nipple. April's right hand left Lisa's breast and began its journey down Lisa's body, searching for Lisa's open vagina. April's fingers found Lisa's wetness and April plunged her fingers into Lisa. Lisa gasped as April's fingers filled her center. Lisa began to ride April's fingers, her hips thrusting with every movement of April's fingers. April sucked harder and harder on Lisa's breast and she could hear Lisa moaning. 

"Go, baby, go..." April said as she flicked Lisa's clitoris. Lisa was bucking wildly now, April's fingers buried in her and April's mouth drawing out her very soul through her breast. Her hair falling over April's head, Lisa threw her arms over April's head and mashed her breast into April's mouth. Her hips jerking spasmodically, Lisa's orgasm overwhelmed her. She lay still as her orgasm shudders slowly faded away. 

Lisa continued to lay with her breasts in April's face and her arms over April's head, April's fingers still resting within her. Lisa wouldn't let April take her fingers away. Lisa began moving her hips again, the feeling of April's fingers inside of her making her excited again. 

"You're something," April said. 

"No...you're....something..." Lisa said. Her hips continued to move faster against April's fingers. Lisa moved her hands until they were supporting her, her breasts again brushing against April's face. April opened her mouth to accept Lisa's breast. 

"Oh, baby...baby...," Lisa groaned. She felt April's finger move against her clitoris again. How did this girl learn this, Lisa thought as her orgasm drew nearer and nearer. Holding herself up with her hands on either side of April's head, Lisa ground her hips harder against April's fingers. 

April sucked on Lisa's breast, amazed by the sexual tenacity of the girl. She flicked Lisa's nipple and sucked harder as Lisa ground her hips harder against her fingers. She could feel Lisa hold her breath as she came. Lisa's groans became louder and fiercer as her orgasm approached. Finally Lisa collapsed onto April, her breaths coming in rapid succession, her mouth sucking on April's ear.

"I'm naked and you aren't," Lisa said. She lifted herself up on her arms again and looked down on April. April looked up at Lisa and her eyes strayed to Lisa's breasts. "Don't, I don't think I could stand it," Lisa said.

"What?" April said.

"You know what," Lisa whispered. "My God...you are so good..." "How can I not be? I have a beautiful woman lying naked on top of me, a woman who wants me to ravish her." April smiled. "Can I take my fingers out of you now?"

"Yes...but...slowly..." Lisa gasped. April started to pull her fingers out of Lisa's vagina, but the act itself caused Lisa to shiver. April stopped. 

"Here, turn over," April said. She wrapped her other arm around Lisa and rolled Lisa over until April was on top, her fingers still inside of Lisa. 

Lisa slowly opened her legs wider. April watched Lisa's face as she opened her legs. April's fingers were firmly inside of Lisa now. April's fingers were coated with Lisa's wetness and April found herself surprised at how wet Lisa still was. April lowered her lips to Lisa's and lovingly kissed her. April's tongue traced the outside of Lisa's lips as they had that afternoon. Lisa, her hand behind April's neck, pulled April to her.

Lisa finally moved her lips from April's.

"I want you naked," Lisa said. "I want to feel your skin against mine."

April sat up. She looked down at this divine creature laid out on her bed. Lisa's breasts were magnificent; her whole body was magnificent. Her breasts were natural and soft and they lay to the side. April leaned over Lisa's body and kissed Lisa's stomach, right below Lisa's belly button. Lisa drew a sudden breath. 

"If you do that, I am never going to get your clothes off," Lisa said. "I'll just lie here and come all night." 

"I love it when you talk dirty to me," April said. April straddled Lisa's stomach and gazed down into Lisa's eyes. "I want to kiss you all night." April brought her mouth to Lisa's neck and flicked her tongue in the nape of her neck.

"You can kiss me all night, baby, but you have to get naked first," Lisa said.

April sat up and swiftly took her top off. My breasts are not the feast hers are, April thought. 

Lisa brought both of her hands to Aprils' breasts. Her palms centered the nipples and her fingers closed around April's breasts. "I am so glad you kissed me this afternoon," Lisa said. "I want to take your jeans off."

April moved off of Lisa and lay down next to her. April's arm went behind Lisa's head and Lisa moved her head to the crook of April's arm. Lisa's fingers found April's breast and she started to tweak April's nipples. April's nipples hardened at Lisa's first touch.

Lisa leaned up on her elbow and brought her lips to April's breast. She began drawing April's nipple into her mouth, letting her tongue flick the nipple as her hand made its way down April's body. Without hesitation, Lisa unbuttoned and unzipped April's jeans. Her hand moved into the jeans and brushed through April's hair. April opened her legs to allow Lisa greater access, but Lisa sat up and knelt between April's legs. As Lisa pulled April's jeans off, she paused to admire the beauty before her. Her eyes feasted on April's breasts, her vagina, and her legs. Lisa stood up took the jeans from April and threw them in the same place April had thrown Lisa's. April lay with her legs still open, waiting for Lisa to come back to her bed.

Lisa crawled between April's legs, her hands on the bed on either side of April's breasts. Lisa let her breasts brush against April's. She leaned down and pressed her body into April's, her breasts meeting April's, her vagina pushing into April's, her lips joining in fervent passion to April's. Lisa began a slow, rhythmic movement with her hips, her vagina's wetness brushing against April's. 

April kissed Lisa deeply, bringing her hands around Lisa's back and her legs around Lisa's waist. She could feel Lisa's wetness melding with hers. She didn't know it could be like this with another woman. Lisa thrust passionately with her hips and April answered with an upward thrust, matching Lisa's passion. Lisa's lips descended to April's, her tongue entering April's mouth. Lisa's tongue thrust with each of her hip thrusts and April sucked on Lisa's tongue every time Lisa pushed it into her mouth.

April felt her orgasm start in her wetness. She thrust up harder at Lisa, her legs tightening around Lisa's buttocks, pulling Lisa in, trying to get Lisa inside of her. She could feel the hardness of Lisa's clitoris rubbing against her wetness. She wanted her clitoris to meet Lisa's in this wanton dance, but she could feel Lisa's clitoris enter her and she tried to grab onto it. 

Lisa knew this girl would come soon. April had started to suck Lisa's tongue every time Lisa pushed it into her mouth. Lisa knew this was a good sign. She had brought many women to orgasm this way. Most of them had thought it wasn't possible with a woman this way. But it was. It was extremely intimate and many times Lisa had brought a woman to orgasm and had enjoyed a simultaneous orgasm. Lisa knew she was a good lover. She could make women scream. But she had never been with a girl quite like April. April had taken to her lesbianism with enthusiasm. And she was willing to experiment, to take challenges or dares. Lisa could not believe that April had taken up the challenge of showing her tits to the blonde bartender and then watched as the bartender had ravished Lisa. 

April was coming and Lisa could feel it. She pushed harder, her clitoris entering April's vagina, April's vagina trying to suck Lisa's clitoris. Lisa felt her own orgasm start to rise within her. April's legs pulled Lisa harder as April came. She groaned as she came, the groan coming from deep within her. "Oh, God...Oh, God...," April moaned. 

Lisa's thrusts continued throughout April's climax. April felt Lisa's tongue enter her mouth and stop. April continued sucking on Lisa's tongue. Lisa moaned into April's mouth. April's mouth circled Lisa's tongue, April's tongue finding Lisa's. Lisa finally pulled her mouth away. She lay her head down on April's neck

April lifted Lisa's head and kissed her eyelashes. Her lips continued kissing Lisa's face all over. 

"I think I have a new girlfriend," Lisa said.



Massage Orgasm Ch. 06



April locked her arms around Lisa and tried to pull her closer. "Lisa, Lisa," April moaned as she kissed along Lisa's neck. 

Lisa rocked her hips, her wetness against April's. The feel of April's hair was intoxicating. April's wetness inspired Lisa's passion again and she locked her lips on April's throat. Her tongue traced a trail down past the hollow of April's neck and continued down between April's breasts. When Lisa's tongue reached April's stomach, she pressed her tongue hard against April's skin until she reached April's belly button. April's belly button was deep, a sexy and erotic sight for Lisa's eyes. Lisa lovingly caressed it, her tongue entering as it would with a kiss. Lisa's breasts came to rest against the wetness of April's sex as her tongue delved deeper into the hollow of April's stomach.

Knowing what she was about to do would send April to new heights of excitement, Lisa rose up and placed her breast against April's opening. Holding her breast in her hand, Lisa guided her hardened nipple into April's mound.. Dipping the nipple into April's wetness, Lisa said, "Like the feeling of my breast inside of you, baby?"

"Yes...yes...right there...Lisa, oh...rub harder..." The feeling of Lisa's breast inside of her sent April's lust to a higher place, a place she had never been before. She ground her hips against Lisa's breast, her mind willing Lisa to push harder. "Please...Lisa..." she whispered.

Lisa held her breast steady against the writhing of April's hips. Lisa could tell the girl was lost in ecstasy; her eyes closed tightly, her breasts heaving. The sight of April in the throes of bliss heightened Lisa's desire and she felt the beginnings of her own orgasm gather within her. 

April's hips continued their bucking against Lisa's breast as April's moans became louder and she grasped the sheets, her fists closing, jerking and pulling as she came. She felt her wetness flow from her onto Lisa's breast and she imagined her mouth on Lisa's breast, sucking and licking her own juices from Lisa's nipple as her sexual excitement took control of her. Her body trembled as her orgasms washed over her in waves, one after another. 

Lisa gazed up at April as April thrust her hips higher and higher. April's moans became groans and Lisa felt April's wetness cover her nipple and ease its way over her breast. Lisa kept her nipple hard against April's clitoris while April's moans became louder. Lisa continued to watch as April shuddered again and again, orgasms wracking her body. She saw April bite her lip as she came, and Lisa felt the shudder within April's body as her stomach tightened and she groaned again. 

"Lisa...oh...Lisa...oh, God, Lisa..." April heatedly whispered. 

Her breast still inside of April, Lisa watched April come down from her orgasm. When April's hips settled against the sheets, Lisa guided her nipple down April's opening, soaking up more of April's juices. Putting her breast into April's sex, Lisa pushed her breast farther into April until it felt as if her whole breast was inside. Lisa held her breast there, watching April's breasts rise and fall as April's breathing slowed. When Lisa was sure April's orgasm had subsided, she said, "Put your legs over my shoulder, baby. Feel my breast inside of you."

April felt Lisa's breast enter her and the thought of her beautiful Lisa wanting her breast to be inside of her thrilled April, her desire flaming again. Lisa's words finally registered in April's mind and April lifted her feet and put her legs over Lisa's shoulders. She felt her center open to Lisa's breast and she watched as Lisa pushed her breast even further into her waiting wetness. Wondering what Lisa had in mind now, April looked down at Lisa. The sight of Lisa's hair hanging loose over April's thighs caused April to sigh. Lisa raised her eyes to April's and smiled wickedly. 

"I wish my breast could stay inside of you forever. The feeling of your wetness on me makes me want you even more." Lisa looked back down at April's flooding wetness and whispered, "April, fuck my breast again...come on, baby...rub against my nipple..." 

Lisa's obscene words stiffened April's clitoris and she began thrusting her hips, trying to again feel Lisa's nipple against her aching clitoris. 

Lisa brought her nipple to April's clitoris again and rubbed her nipple up and down, the hardness of her nipple flicking against the hardness of April's sexual need. 

Feeling her orgasm rising within her, April tried to pull Lisa even closer; driving her heels into Lisa's back, wishing Lisa could climb into her womb. Knowing the sight of Lisa would drive her over the edge, April glanced down and saw Lisa looking up at her, Lisa's eyes wanton with lust. "Oh, baby, ...Lisa...Lisa..., Lisa..." April continually moaned as all at once another orgasm wracked her body. Her hips kept thrusting against Lisa's breast, April unable to control them as they pushed harder and harder. Her clitoris extremely sensitive now, April felt Lisa's breast withdraw from her, Lisa using her fingers to dip into the wetness. "Look at me," Lisa whispered. Slowly April's eyes opened to see Lisa holding two fingers up, the fingers coated with April's juices. "I love when you come," Lisa said. "I love to watch you come...to watch your breasts heave as you reach the very sexual peak of your orgasm...I love the feel of you..." 

Lisa's words were having the desired effect on April. Lisa took April's feet from her shoulders, placing them down on the sheets. Lisa held herself up with her left hand and brought her fingers to April's mouth. "Taste yourself, darling...lick my fingers..." The wantonness in Lisa's eyes seemed to travel to April's core as April grabbed Lisa's fingers and greedily thrust them into her mouth. April's lips closed hard around Lisa's fingers as she sucked the juices from them. Her hands holding Lisa's fingers captive in her mouth, April watched as Lisa closed her eyes and trembled.

"April...you..." with just those words Lisa fell upon April, her lips devouring April's right breast. Lisa's lips sucked ferociously on April's nipple, Lisa's tongue flicking the nipple again and again. With her right hand, Lisa pinched April's other nipple, making April gasp. Lisa continued her sucking...harder she sucked...wishing she could draw milk out of April's breast...she heard April sigh and felt April's legs open wider again...April's wetness a lake. Lisa's breasts mashed against April's stomach, Lisa reveling in the feel of her skin against April's.

"Lisa..." April moaned. "Lisa...please...touch me...please..." April begged. Lisa took her right hand from April's breast and brought her lips over to that breast. Lisa's lips drew April's breast deep into her mouth. April moaned again, her voice pleading..."Lisa...please...touch me..." Then Lisa felt April's body quake as she sucked on April's breast. Lisa intensified her sucking, her tongue moving faster against April's nipple. Lisa felt April's hand behind her head as April tried to bring Lisa's face even closer. April's hand tightened in Lisa's hair and April held on as her orgasm shook her body. Lisa felt as if she was within April's body as she heard the hard beating of April's heart. Lisa's lips clung to April's hardened nipple as April's fingers tightened again and again in Lisa's hair. April wanted Lisa's lips forever on her breast. Her orgasm now subsiding, April let go of Lisa's hair and her hand fell to the sheets.

Lisa drew her lips away from April's breast and inched her body up so that she was looking directly down into April's eyes. "Oh...my..." April said. "I...came this afternoon... just imagining your lips sucking on my breasts...I never thought..." April stopped talking as Lisa's lips captured her own. 

April brought her legs up and around Lisa's waist. "I want you to stay this way...I want you near me...your skin against mine...our breasts kissing like they are now ...please...just stay this way..." Lisa could feel April's abundant juices against her own, their wetness a shared joy. Lisa closed her eyes and rested her lips against the side of April's neck.

"Is this what you wanted when you kissed me in the office this afternoon?" Lisa said, her mouth against April's neck.

"Yes, baby..." April said. "I was so out of control...Mary France had me in such a state...I knew I liked you...I liked the way you talked to me...the way you looked...the way you smiled...the sexiness of what you said to me...I wanted to let you know I was interested...and I wanted some control back...so I went in and kissed you." April's hand gently stroked Lisa's neck. "I hoped that the evening would end this way...with you in my arms..." April moved her head to the side and pulled Lisa's lips to hers. The kiss was gentle and forceful at the same time. April felt Lisa's tongue begin to trace her lips.

"I love the way you kiss, the way your lips feel against mine, the way your tongue feels when I take it in my mouth," April whispered. "Lisa,...I want you to lie next to me... on your stomach." Lisa looked into April's eyes. "I want to look at you...at all of you...." Lisa smiled as she crawled off of her. April lifted herself up on one elbow and watched as Lisa's flushed body moved over beside her. . "You are so beautiful..." April said.

"You keep saying that," Lisa said. Supporting herself on her elbows, Lisa looked back at April, her hair falling around her face. 

"Well, it's true. Your hair...your body...your skin so creamy white...you are so full a woman..." April's voice trailed off.

April lifted herself up and placed her lips at the nape of Lisa's neck, her lips feeling the wisp of fine hairs growing there. Lisa moaned a gentle sigh and April straddled Lisa's body, the roundness of her hips resting against the fullness of Lisa's. April's lips began tracing a sensual trail between Lisa's shoulder blades. With her hands, April gently massaged Lisa's back, her fingers lightly gliding across the beauty that was Lisa. 

As April's lips neared the hollow of Lisa's back, she heard Lisa breathe a deep sigh and felt Lisa's hips rise against her lips. The light dusting of hair near Lisa's hips brushed April's lips and April forced her tongue into the hollow there. Lisa's moans came more often, her hips rising again to meet April's lips.

Her hands grasping the roundness of Lisa's hips, April guided her lips to the sensitive crevice, her tongue probing, kissing, and searching. April's hands softly massaged Lisa's globes and Lisa raised her hips high as April's lips and tongue savored the forbidden area. Lisa's hips began rising and falling in a rhythm as April's fingers explored Lisa's wetness. Her fingers lightly brushed Lisa's clitoris and Lisa's sighs became pleas, her hips following the lead of April's fingers. 

April savored the scent of Lisa's essence and she was overwhelmed with the desire to taste her. 

"Turn over," April said. April heard Lisa sigh as she slowly turned over and spread her legs open. April's lips found Lisa's wantoness. Now she was fulfilled. The scent and feel of Lisa's sex, the wetness against her face was real. She had been denied until now. Now she was tasting another woman, now she was making another woman orgasm with her mouth. Lisa's juices flowed as April's tongue gently flicked her clitoris again and again. April held on to Lisa's hips, lifting them up, bringing the feast of Lisa's sex to her lips. April drove her tongue deep within Lisa, thrusting, then capturing Lisa's clitoris with her lips. Her fingers replaced her tongue, curling within, finding Lisa's special spot. 

"God, April...God..." Lisa moaned, her hips bucking, her hands curling around April's hair. April reveled in the taste of Lisa, so salty, so sweet. Lisa's thighs shook. Lisa's pleas spurred April on, her lips sucking, her fingers deftly working inside of Lisa, working on the spot she knew would drive Lisa into higher throes of orgasm. The feel of Lisa's juices on her face, the bucking of Lisa's hips, the feeling of having control over Lisa, all combined to drive April's lust. Lisa's begging heightened April's pleasure, the feeling of control over another woman's lust a new experience. Until now, April had been the one controlled, even with the bartender she had been told what to do. Now her lips were doing the controlling, her hands and fingers playing Lisa like a fine musical instrument. April lifted her lips from Lisa's clitoris and blew slight puffs of air against it. "April...please...oh, oh, April..." Lisa's cries louder now. Lisa's hands reached for April's hair again as April's lips returned to Lisa's clitoris. Closing around the nub, April's lips sucked it into her mouth and held it there, her tongue rapidly flicking as Lisa's hips thrashed uncontrollably in orgasmic release.

As Lisa's hips slowed in their rhythm, April left her tongue inside of her and licked her. Lisa started to beg her to stop, but April's tongue kept on. Then Lisa was begging her again...this time not to stop...April drank from Lisa as if from a fountain, taking Lisa's juices into her, making them part of her. As her lips closed upon Lisa's clitoris again, April climaxed, her body quaking, her control evaporating. Lisa's hands were guiding April's head now, bringing April's face deeper into her. Now Lisa was moving April's head up and down and Lisa was commanding her. "Like that...just like that...don't stop...you are so good...so good..." April felt her desire flare as Lisa took control. She had to keep sucking Lisa, she couldn't stop; Lisa wouldn't let her. 

April surrendered herself to her desire as Lisa guided her lips, holding them in place against her clit. "Suck me, baby," Lisa whispered, her voice husky with sexual want. April planted her lips on Lisa's clit, its hardness sending chills through April's body. I'm going to make her come again, April thought, but April felt her own orgasm rising as she sucked Lisa's sex, her climax building as Lisa pulled her hair, pinning April's lips against her. April clung to Lisa's thighs as her orgasm overtook her. Lisa's fingers entwined in her hair, April felt herself overwhelmed with ecstasy. , April groaned aloud into Lisa's sex. She felt the flow of Lisa's orgasm and drank her fill from Lisa's well of desire. 

April's mouth clung to Lisa and April savored the taste of her lover. April did not want to leave Lisa's wetness as it had now become a part of her. She spread her fingers into Lisa's hair as she sucked the last juices of Lisa's emotion. April let her lips play in Lisa's hair, tasting the wetness, drawing Lisa's hair into her mouth. The softness of Lisa's hair against her cheeks and the muskiness of Lisa's sex inflamed April's lust and she began to rub her face back and forth in the wetness. She grasped Lisa's ass cheeks and barely heard Lisa's breathy plea from above. "Come up here, my love," Lisa said. 

April slowly crawled up Lisa's body, tasting the saltiness of Lisa's sweat-soaked skin. When she reached Lisa's breasts, she paused, taking each nipple into her mouth, slowly sucking until each nipple was erect. "You would come all night, wouldn't you?" April whispered.

"Yes...." Lisa answered.

April removed her lips from Lisa's breasts and brought her lips to Lisa's, the saltiness of Lisa's sweat and the sweetness of Lisa's wetness igniting the passion of both girls as they crushed their lips together. "Open your lips, Lisa...," April said. As Lisa did as April wished, April let her spit run into Lisa's mouth. "That's a part of you that I am giving back to you, baby...," April said. 

Lisa grabbed April's face and brought her lips down onto hers, kissing April fiercely. She easily flipped April onto her back and pinned April's arms against the mattress. "I want to taste all of me," Lisa said. She lazily began licking April's lips, moving around April's face, her lips returning to April's to savor the taste of her love.

They lay side by side, April's head in the crook of Lisa's arm, the sheets tangled.. 

Lisa's right hand reached down and caressed April's breast, her fingers pulling the nipple to erectness. 

"You excite me no matter where you touch me or what you do to me," April sighed. She looked up at Lisa, finding Lisa's face hard, almost stern. She watched as Lisa closed her eyes. "April...," Lisa whispered, her voice straining. April saw Lisa swallow and watched with fascination as Lisa held her breath, her fingers now pinching April's nipple, twisting it, squeezing it. April felt pain, but the pleasure of Lisa's touch overwhelmed the pain. She watched as Lisa used her other hand to touch herself, her fingers finding her clit, her hips rising once to meet her hand as she came, her voice a whimper, her body shuddering. 

April turned, burying her face in Lisa's armpit, feeling the slight roughness of Lisa's stubble. April kissed the hollow of Lisa's armpit and traced her lips up to Lisa's shoulder and on to her neck.

"I love when you touch me. It doesn't matter where or how," April whispered. " I love knowing you came while you were touching me. It made me wet to watch you masturbate." She brought her lips to Lisa's and slowly kissed her. Lisa felt the silkiness of April's hair brush against her shoulders and neck and she broke the kiss and looked up into April's emerald eyes. Lisa ran her fingers through April's hair and twirled it around her fingers, bringing it into her mouth. She smelled jasmine and lost herself in April's raven hair. April watched, fascinated as Lisa closed her eyes and sucked. 

When Lisa opened her eyes, April lifted up and let her hair fall down upon Lisa's face. April swung her head to and fro and moved her leg over Lisa's thigh. She could see the sexual excitement building within Lisa as she watched Lisa revel in the feel of her hair against her face. Slowly April let her hair move lightly down toward Lisa's breasts, like a feather. April moved her knee up against Lisa's sex mound and felt Lisa begin to move against her. Brushing Lisa's breasts with her hair, April gazed down at Lisa's nipples and watched them harden. Lisa's hips were moving against her knee now, harder and faster, almost wantonly, and April felt Lisa's thighs open wider to try to draw her knee farther in. Lisa was pushing and thrusting, her eyes still closed as she let herself go, her wetness spreading onto April's knee and thigh. April pressed her knee harder against Lisa to try to match Lisa's passion. 

April leaned down and mashed her lips to Lisa's. Lisa opened her mouth and searched for April's tongue, finding it, sucking it in, making it her own. 

April could feel her own wetness and lowered herself onto Lisa's thigh, moving with Lisa, trying to match her movements. They moved in perfect rhythm as their passion carried them into a mutual climax. Lisa sucked harder on April's tongue as she came, not wanting to let go, groaning into April's mouth with abandon. April felt herself being drawn into Lisa as she orgasmed , her breasts mashed into Lisa's, her tongue in Lisa's mouth as far as it could go. April felt as if Lisa was drawing the orgasm out of her and making it a part of her April gave in and let her orgasm flow into Lisa through their clinging mouths. April felt Lisa's groans travel up through her body, passing through her like an electrical charge, passing out of her through her clitoris as she orgasmed. 

They lay there, lips clinging to each other, out of breath. Lisa finally broke their kiss. 

"Hi," Lisa said.

"Hi," April answered. 

"That was the strongest orgasm I've ever had," Lisa whispered her voice raspy with emotion.

April buried her face in Lisa's neck. "I've never had an orgasm at the same time...what am I saying? I've never had an orgasm until today...now it seems I have one every ten minutes." 

"Five," Lisa laughed. 

"Okay, five," April kissed Lisa's chin.




Massage Orgasm Ch. 06



April could still feel her wetness against Lisa's thigh and Lisa's wetness against hers. She moved her hips against Lisa, sliding her wetness up and down Lisa's thigh. 

"What are you doing, you naughty girl?" Lisa said.

"I love the feel of your thigh against my clitoris," April said. "You just came, darling," Lisa whispered against April's ear.

"I know, but I feel like I could make love to you all night," April pushed herself up with her hands and looked down at Lisa. Her breasts kissed Lisa's.

"I won't argue with you about that," Lisa said. She looked over at the clock on April's nightstand. "We've already made love half the night. It's four o'clock." 

"Are you saying you need some beauty sleep before you go back to work in the morning?" April brought her lips down to encircle one of Lisa's nipples. She sucked it into her mouth and quickly released it.

"I don't want to sleep, but I think I better get some. Maybe I should go." Lisa saw the disappointment in April's eyes.

"No, stay here. You brought an overnight bag. I saw it." April smiled down at Lisa.

"You notice everything, don't you?" 

"When it comes to you, I do." 

"Okay, I'll stay. But I have to be to work at ten, and I need at least five hours sleep or I am a wreck the next day." Lisa pulled April down to her and kissed her.

"That gives us another hour," April murmured into Lisa's lips. 



Massage Orgasm Ch. 07



The sheets and blankets were strewn over the bed, silent witnesses to the wantonness of their night of lovemaking. 

Lisa awoke with a start and looked over at the bedside table. The clock read 9:30 A.M. Her gaze drifted over to April's nudity; April's beautiful black hair cascaded down her back. Lisa's eyes were drawn to the perfection of April's ass cheeks. She shifted her body so that her face hovered over April's ass and planted a firm kiss upon each cheek. She let her tongue follow her lips and she pretended she was French kissing April. Lisa could feel her nipples hardening as she grasped April's globes and tenderly squeezed. 

"Mmm..., please don't stop," April murmured. "That feels so good." April felt Lisa's lips move away.

"I've got to go to work," Lisa said. She sat up and April turned to look at her. 

"Oh, my," April whispered, "you're even beautiful first thing in the morning." She let her eyes travel over Lisa's nudeness. Lisa's breasts stood proudly, her nipples silently betraying her excitement. "You sure you don't want to finish what you started?" 

Lisa smiled. "No, I'm not sure," she said "especially with your ass up in the air like that." She glanced over at April's bottom and ran her fingers over the luscious swell.

"What have we here? Looks like you're the one who wants me to finish what I started." Lisa's middle finger dipped into the wetness that had gathered in April's abundant hair. Lisa watched as April closed her eyes. Lisa knelt up so that she could more easily reach April's excitement. Her lips returned to April's ass cheeks. April moved her hips against Lisa's finger and felt it enter her completely. April gasped as she began a rhythmic movement, her hips meeting Lisa's thrust. "Yes, baby, just like that," April whispered. Lisa matched her finger's thrust to the movement of April's hips. The essence of April drifted up to her; she forced her tongue harder against April's globes. She felt April losing control. Lisa brought her other hand to April's clitoris and found it hard and extended. Lisa used two fingers to glide over April's nub as April's hips moved back and forth. Lisa knew April was about to explode in orgasm. She moved her lips to April's sweet crevice and flicked her tongue into April's crack 

April felt her entire being explode. She felt her wetness flow over Lisa's fingers. She wailed from deep within her throat. Lisa's tongue was frenching her now and she felt Lisa spit into her ass and follow it with her tongue. April forced her bottom up into Lisa's lips as she came again. Lisa moved another finger into April's vagina and started to fuck April fiercely. April felt the Lisa's fingers flick her clitoris again and again. April couldn't stop coming. She shuddered and begged Lisa, "oh, baby, don't' stop, don't stop..." 

The fullness of her orgasms overwhelmed April. She was under Lisa's total control Lisa's hands, lips and tongue were in charge of her now and April surrendered herself to them. 

Lisa reveled in her mastery of April. She forced her tongue deeper into April's hole, her spit lubricating April's entire ass crack. The sensual feel of April's ass moving against her and April's jerking movements against her fingers made her feel as if she was inside of April. April's wailing and moaning was guttural and was fueling Lisa's excitement. She felt herself on the edge of orgasm. As she forced her tongue into April again she felt herself quiver, her body shaking. She frenched April's ass again and held on. April's hips rose and fell in hard thrusts and Lisa's tongue rode inside of April's ass. Lisa's arms grabbed onto April's whole backside and brought April to stay against her mouth. Lisa did not want to move. She wanted April to stay against her forever. 

April could feel Lisa's tongue within her. It was an exquisite feeling. Lisa was pressing her tongue deeper and deeper inside and April sighed as she surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment. Lisa heard April's sighs and Lisa orgasmed. Lisa moaned into April. Slowly she removed her tongue and lips and licked her way over April's mounds. She savored the taste of April's ass as she licked. 

"You're lucky I have to go to work, or I'd keep you this way all day." Lisa said.

"You really have to go to work?" April's eyes were closed as she enjoyed the sensation of Lisa's tongue.

Yes, look at the clock. I'll be lucky to make it to work on time. I'm going to take a shower." Lisa slapped April's ass and bounded off of the bed and headed to the bathroom. It took all of April's willpower to fight what she wanted to do. She wanted to follow Lisa and take a shower with her, but she knew if she did, Lisa would never make it to work 

April's thoughts turned to their night of lovemaking. Both of them had been enthusiastic and all her fantasies about Lisa had come true. She was glad that she had boldly kissed Lisa at the massage office. It had led to a night of ecstasy and a morning unlike any in her life. Her mind traveled back to Tujaque's restaurant and the sexy blonde bartender. 

She and Lisa had not talked about the bartender anymore and she wondered how Lisa felt about that whole episode. Maybe they could talk about that later. 

Thinking about the blonde bartender caused April shake her head in puzzlement. She had just had her first lesbian experience the previous afternoon, then gone on a date with a beautiful woman who kept her up all night making love, and then made her orgasm with the girl's tongue in her ass, and here she was thinking about the bartender. But she couldn't get the beauty out of her mind. After all, Lisa had had two orgasms, one with the bartender and then one when the bartender forced April to pleasure Lisa. Forced is a little strong, April thought, the whole situation had made her wet and she was so turned on, she couldn't have said no.

April heard the shower stop and she lay back on the bed in what she considered her sexiest pose. Her milky white breasts were lying naturally to the side and she opened her legs, her feet resting on the mattress. 

Lisa came out of the bathroom, her hair up in a towel and a large bath towel wrapped around her body. She turned toward the bed and stopped. April gazed up at her, her finger in her mouth. Silence enveloped the room as Lisa's eyes slowly traveled over April's body. Unconsciously Lisa licked her lips, the lewdness of April's pose sending tingles to the most sensitive areas of her body. 

"You don't care if I'm late for work, do you? Lisa said, her voice raspy.

"No, baby, I don't. Drop your towel." April sucked on her finger and spread her legs wider.

All of Lisa's willpower left her. She slowly loosened her body towel and let it drop to the floor. She put her hands behind her head and said, "Is this what you want, darling?" Lisa reached up to unknot her towel, her breasts displayed in all of their perfection. She threw towel to the floor, her eyes locking on April's, and slowly walked over to the bed. She knelt beside April. . 

April watched the sway of Lisa's breasts and then reached up and twisted Lisa's nipples. Lisa closed her eyes, her tongue again wetting her lips. April twisted the nipples harder, wanting to make Lisa beg her to stop. 

"Oh, baby..." Lisa moaned. She felt fullness in her core and she let herself go. Where had the girl learned this, she wondered. How did April know that she loved this? Lisa reached down to brush her hands over April's breasts.

"Don't touch me," April whispered. "You love this, don't you? I want you to come for me..." April pinched the nipples harder. 

Lisa moved her hand down to her sex mound and found her wetness. She drove her finger inside and brought her wetness to her clitoris. It was hard with want. 

"That's it, baby," April said as she squeezed Lisa's nipples even harder. "You're wet. Fuck yourself, go ahead, baby, go..." April's hands moved to encompass Lisa's breasts and she pressed her hands into Lisa's breasts, mashing them against her palms.

Lisa finger flicked once against her clitoris as her body shook with orgasm. April was now alternately massaging and squeezing Lisa's breasts, her fingers returning to the nipples to twist. As if in answer, Lisa flicked her clitoris again and again, the sensitivity of it making her hips buck against her hand. Her body shaking with orgasmic waves, she murmured, "Oh, shit, baby..." April let go of Lisa's breasts and Lisa collapsed onto her. April found Lisa's lips and hungrily kissed her. Lisa tasted of jasmine and rose petals. Lisa melded herself into April, her senses wanting nothing else but the feel of this girl. April broke the kiss. . "Now you have something to think about at work all day long," April said.

"Like I didn't have anything to think about until now?" Lisa whispered.

Lisa began to climb off of April, but she turned back and brought one of her breasts to April's lips. "Suck my breast, baby, I want to feel your lips on me." April opened her mouth as requested and savored the flavor of Lisa's nipple. As she sucked, she grabbed the breasts with her hands and squeezed. She heard Lisa moaning. She was surprised as she felt Lisa's nipple grow under her tongue. She sucked harder. She could hear Lisa's breathing and all at once she knew Lisa was coming. She tweaked Lisa's other nipple and felt it harden again under her fingers.

Lisa's breath came in gasps now. April reached down and found Lisa's clitoris still surrounded by wetness. April rubbed Lisa once and felt Lisa shudder.

Lisa lowered herself onto April, her fingers entwining in April's hair, her breasts surrounding April's head. Lisa gasped, "I want to fuck you all day. I don't want to go to work."

"Then don't go. Call in sick." April's tongue found Lisa's stomach.

"I can't. I like my job. After all, I met you at my job." Lisa moved down and kissed April lightly on the lips.

She slowly moved off of April and went to get dressed. April's eyes followed the sway of Lisa's ass as she walked away. .

Lisa emerged a few minutes later dressed in jeans, a long sleeve LSU t-shirt and sneakers, looking like the All-American girl. Her red hair and milky complexion shone. She quickly ran to the bed and pecked April on the lips. "Thank you for a wonderful night and a beautiful start to my day," she said, her face close to April's. 

"You're welcome, baby, thank you for making love to me all night. Here is something to take with you." April dipped her fingers into her vagina and brought her hand up and placed her fingers into Lisa's mouth. Lisa sucked April's fingers clean. 

"Mmmm....just what I needed." Lisa smiled and strode out of the apartment.

April lay on the bed, her mind filled with thoughts of Lisa. She reached down to her sex and rubbed her wetness up and down her opening. The slickness of her wetness was a new feeling for her. She had never been sexually aroused by a man and now a woman had kept her wet all night. And left her wet. 

The mere thought that another woman could do this to her increased her excitement as images of Lisa flooded her mind. She had to have more of this girl. Her fingers found her clitoris and April let herself go, surrendering to the pleasure she was giving herself. Her hips rose to meet her fingers and she came. Sated, she fell asleep.

The ringing of her telephone awakened her. She looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was noon. She couldn't believe she had slept another two hours. 

Lifting the receiver she heard the voice of her boss. "Good morning, sleepyhead, or should I say 'good afternoon'" he said. "Just wondering how your current project is coming."

"It's fine. I should have the finished product ready to email tomorrow." 

"Good," he said. "That'll be in plenty of time for the meeting this weekend. I'll talk to you later." 

"Okay, Don. Don't worry. It'll be ready and you are going to love it." 

"I know I will. I always do. You're the best, April." 

"Thanks, Don. Bye." April replaced the receiver, happy that she was way ahead of schedule on her project. Working from home had been a great decision. Her boss only complained once in a while that he didn't see her much, but they had lunch a few times a month and talked everyday on the phone and he seemed happy with the decision too.

Knowing she would accomplish nothing if she went back to bed, she headed for the shower. My God, she thought, I just talked to my boss in the nude!

The shower was exhilarating. She got dressed and grabbed a banana and sliced it and some strawberries for breakfast. 

Her mind wandered as she ate. She had intended to take her Mustang into the shop for some regular maintenance today, but she liked to do that early in the morning so she would have the rest of the day to work. She was feeling good and wondered what she should do after a night of lesbian lovemaking. She decided to go shopping for some new clothes, something she could wear for Lisa. 

As she picked up her purse, she saw a business card lying next to it. She leaned down and picked up the business card Mary France had given her, the one with Mary France's home phone number. She stared at the card and her heart beat faster. Mary France had brought her to her first orgasm. Hell, her first eight or nine. She had lain entranced as Mary France had worked her magic, massaging her again and again to orgasm. Mary France had never removed her clothes. Mary France had had complete control over April. 

April continued looking at the card and thinking about yesterday afternoon. She moved her hand down to touch herself. She could feel that she was wet already. 

What kind of sex maniac am I? She thought. Yesterday she had wondered if she had lesbian tendencies; today she was getting wet just thinking about another woman. And last night, last night she had spent in the arms of one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. Was she a confirmed lesbian now? Did she even want to date another man? No, she decided. She didn't want to date another man. She wanted to call Mary France.

Would that be cheating on Lisa? Would that hurt Lisa? Were she and Lisa exclusive? They hadn't talked about it; they had had one date. She thought about how she would feel if Lisa made love to another woman. She would be jealous, but could she keep Lisa from dating other women? She didn't think so. 

Her heart racing, her wetness increasing, she crossed the room and picked up the phone.

To April's surprise, the phone was answered on the first ring. A soft melodious voice welcomed April, "Hello," Mary France said.

"Mary France? This is April. You gave me a massage yesterday..." April suddenly felt foolish. So what, Mary France had probably had several customers yesterday. From what Lisa had said, they probably had all been women. 

"Oh, the raven haired brunette, isn't it?" Mary France's voice sounded wonderful to April.

"Yes, you gave me your card. I was going to leave a message on your machine. I thought you would be at work." April's nervousness was showing and she felt like a thirteen year old schoolgirl. 

"Usually I would, but I decided to take the day off. I had a real busy massage schedule yesterday and I decided to treat myself to some shopping today." 

She must be in complete control over when she works and doesn't work, thought April.

"Oh, really? I was just walking out the door myself to take a trip over to Lakeside. Are you going to be there?" April loved Lakeside Shopping Center. It was always fun to shop there and the stores were always up to date with new merchandise. 

"Well, I was later," Mary France said. "But first I was going to go uptown on Maple Street and shop for some exotic underwear. You want to meet me somewhere over there? Say at Camellia Grill at about 1:30?"

"That would be great, April said. "Where are you going to shop for your underwear? I could use some myself." April knew that Madame Claire's was in the Maple Street area of uptown and had the sexiest stuff around. Victoria Secret had nothing on Madame Claire.

"I'm going to Madame Claire's," Mary France said. "Why don't you meet me there and we can walk on over to Camellia Grill when we are finished? I'll be over there in fifteen or twenty minutes."

"Great! That's not far from where I live. I'll meet you there!" April's excitement was palpable. She felt her body tingling with anticipation as she thought back to her massage session with Mary France. 

The magnificent old oak trees along St. Charles Avenue provided a shaded tunnel for April's Mustang as she anxiously drove to her rendezvous with Mary France. Traffic lights were the only thing April did not like about uptown. There was one on almost every block, or so it seemed whenever she was in a hurry. She drove past Loyola and Tulane Universities and Audubon Zoo and finally turned onto Carrollton Avenue. A streetcar clanged as it neared the end of its route. She passed Camellia Grill and made a left onto Maple Street. Madame Claire's boutique sat halfway down the block, an old shotgun style home that had been renovated and converted into one the most exclusive boutiques in New Orleans. April didn't shop here often, but she loved the store.

April was greeted by the Romona, the store manager. Romona, a dark haired beauty, had been with Madame Claire for five years. Rumors abounded about their relationship, but no one knew for sure if Madame Claire and Romona were lovers. 

"I'm supposed to meet a friend of mine here," April said, her voice low and conspiratorial. 

"Oh, yes, my dear, Mary France said you would be meeting her. I should have known. She said to be on the lookout for a stunning brunette, and that you certainly are."

"Thank you," April said with a nervous laugh. 

"She's waiting for you over near the lingerie department. You know where it is, don't you, darling?" 

"Oh, sure, thanks," April replied to Ramona's back as the woman left to greet another customer.

Mary France was sitting in the luxuriously appointed client section and to April's surprise a live model was strutting in front of Mary France in a black negligee and panties. The girl was taller than April, about 5'10 and April found herself thinking that the girl had the longest, most beautiful legs she had ever seen. The model wasn't one of those bony runway models, she was luscious. All of her attention was focused on Mary France as she sensuously posed with her hands above her head. The negligee hid none of the model's attributes, her firm breasts clearly visible, and her dark patch peaking through the almost invisible panties. 

"That's the type I am looking for," Mary France said. "How easy is it to take off?"

The model smiled as April watched, her eyes glued to the girl's magnificent body.

The girl moved closer to Mary France and said, "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

"No," Mary France replied. "I want to see you take it off."

As April stood at the entrance to the client section, she stared, her senses alert, as the girl easily slipped out of the negligee. She let it fall to the floor and stood in front of Mary France with her hands on her hips. April found herself gaping as she realized that the model's nipples were hard, standing almost as if at attention. 

"Now the panties," Mary France commanded. "But turn around. I want to see your ass, baby." Mary France lifted her hand and the girl placed her hand in Mary France's and twirled until she stood with her back to the blonde. The model twisted and looked at Mary France. 

"How's that?," the girl whispered. 

"Take them off," Mary France said. The girl slowly rolled the panties down her torso. April didn't think she would ever get them off. April felt her body reacting to this ravishing model and Mary France's control over her. Her hand traveled down to the crotch of her jeans.

The girl stepped out of the panties, placed her hands on her hips again, and looked over her shoulder at Mary France. Her eyes said everything, their sultriness an invitation. Mary France said, in a voice that seemed surprisingly loud to April, "Now spread your feet and bend over." April began to get nervous now. She didn't think the girl was allowed to be naked, much less on display. It was supposed to be about the clothes. 




Massage Orgasm Ch. 07



Just as April was thinking this, the girl did as Mary France instructed. She spread her feet and bent over, her hair now touching the floor. She looked through her legs at Mary France and April was stunned to see that the girl had become wet. 

Mary France leaned up and sat on the edge of the sofa, her face now just inches from the girl's globes. Gently, she blew into the girl's crack. April saw the girl shiver. 

"You are wet," Mary France said. 

"Yes," the girl replied, her voice hoarse. 'Turn around now," Mary France said. The girl straightened and turned, the magnificence of her breasts now right in front of Mary France's face. 

"Come, sit on my lap," Mary France whispered. The girl straddled Mary France and placed her arms around Mary France's neck. 

"That's it, baby," Mary France said. April's eyes were glued to the scene in front of her. She watched as Mary France placed her fingers between the model's legs and began masturbating the girl. The girl's hips began to buck and the girl's face dropped to Mary France's neck. The wetness of the girl against Mary France's fingers made a slapping, sucking sound as Mary France fucked her. The girl began whimpering and gasping, her eyes closed. April could see tears coming from the girl's eyes. 

"Yes, yes," Mary France whispered as the girl bucked harder against her. Mary France's fingers were buried in the girl's vagina, her thumb and forefinger massaging the girl's clit. She felt the girl begin to shake as her hips seemed one with Mary France's hand. The girl's arms wrapped around Mary France's head and the girl held on. Mary France felt the flow of the girl's orgasm, its slickness an aphrodisiac. The girl continued to buck against her hand and knew the girl was nearing a second orgasm. The girl's hips moved faster now and she heard the girl grunting with passion. Mary France moved her free hand to the girl's hanging breasts and cupped one so that the hardened nipple was centered in her palm. She squeezed the girl's breast and felt her cry out in orgasm.

The girl kept moving against Mary France's fingers and finally settled. "Please, don't' take your fingers away," the girl muttered, her face still buried in Mary France's neck. The girl lifted her face and saw April standing in the doorway, her hand against the crotch of her jeans. "We've got company," she whispered, "but I don't want to go."

"Stay like you are until you are ready, baby," Mary France responded. "Hello, April, "Mary France said. 

"Hi..." April muttered. "I...."

"No need to explain, April. Melissa, meet April, a client of mine." The girl lifted her head and said, "Hi."

"Melissa was a client of mine, that's how we met," Mary France said. "Now when I want to see her, I come over and have her model for me." April could not believe her eyes. The girl was still in Mary France's lap! The sexiness of the scene before her made it hard to speak.

"Melissa, tell April how many boyfriends you used to have." 

"A lot," Melissa whispered.

"And how many do you have now?" Mary France said "None," Melissa looked into April's eyes and smiled. 

"Tell her how many girlfriends you have," Mary France said.

"Only you, Mary France, you know that." Melissa leaned back and gazed into Mary France's eyes. 

"I keep telling you to get a girlfriend, Melissa. You need a girlfriend. You can't wait around for me to come to the store." Mary France seemed to be scolding the girl.

"It's worth the wait. I've never had orgasms like I have with you." Melissa said. Melissa closed her eyes as Mary France's fingers moved within her. Mary France's lips closed around one of the girl's breasts and she sucked the hardening nipple into her mouth. Mary France was sucking so hard, it looked to April like she was nursing.

The girl started whimpering and Mary France flicked her clitoris. The groaning noise from deep within the girl shocked April and she thought someone would walk in on this any moment. The girl came quickly, her orgasm almost a shout. 

Mary France let loose of the nipple and whispered, "I'm taking my fingers out of you now." April saw Mary France wiggle her fingers once more inside the girl's vagina and saw the girl react. Then Mary France lifted her fingers to the girl's breast and spread the wetness there. Her lips fastened on the girl's breast and she licked the wetness from her. Then she kissed the girl. April thought it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Mary France put her fingers into the girl's mouth and the model sucked the remaining wetness away. Mary France slapped the girl's ass as she got up from her lap. 

"See you later, baby," Mary France said. The girl looked over at April. 

"Nice meeting you," she said. 

"Nice meeting you," April replied. The girl sauntered away and April's eyes were drawn to the girl's perfect ass as she left.

"Like what you see?" Mary France said.

"Yes, she's incredibly beautiful," April said.

"She was so straight; she was a lot like you. She came and came when she had her first massage. Now she's a lesbian, just like you." Mary France stood and motioned for April to come into the salon. 

"How do you know I'm a lesbian?" 

"You called, didn't you?"