4 comments/ 16193 views/ 5 favorites Aromas By: flabuf This story has elements of 'The process' in it as well as a reference to Michelle's love for the baritone voice of a black man, in particular, Barry White, as referenced in 'Meeting Me at the Ritz -- Part 2'. While the story stands on its own you may want to read the others first and then pick up where they leave off. I appreciate your comments (this story is in response to a comment on 'The Process') and votes. Enjoy yourselves. * Aromas... Michelle had become aware of several of her erogenous zones. Like many women, she loved having her breasts played with and her G spot found. She loved a soft kiss and her hair being brushed. And she loved showering with her man, washing one another and getting to know each other more intimately than most would even consider. But she had other erogenous zones too. Voices. Barry White's voice sent her into another world. Especially those first few lyrics "We got it together didn't we?". When she heard them it was as if her eyes would roll up in her head, she'd take a deep breath feeling her breasts pressing against whatever dress she had on, and her 'ladyness' would tingle. She would be there for as long as the song lasted and, in that state, whoever she was with could do whatever they wanted to with her. It was like an auditory rufie. Processes. Anything men did in a repetitive fashion but especially the garbage men. She would wake up the mornings when the trash was taken out and already be wet before she even got out of bed. She planned her morning around getting to the bathroom window so she could see the men coming down the street, grabbing the cans tossing the contents into the hopper, and roaring down the street to the next set of cans. This scene played itself out every week and it was mesmerizing to her. And aromas. Ah yes aromas. Michelle loved a man who wore cologne or a nice after shave. Robert used Eau Dynamisante which had a bergemont bouquet and Eau Ensoleillante which was more floral, and Michelle's preference. Michelle enjoyed it when he shaved because it combined two of her erogenous zones, the process of shaving itself turned her on, and then the application of aftershave, of a fragrance was the topper for her. She also loved the smell of a man... down there. Something about a man, his pheromones she supposed, flipped a switch. When Robert worked outside and was sweaty as a horse after a race, came back in, she would practically jump him. And when she got close to 'him', the smell of his crotch was like spice on a gourmet meal. She would close her eyes and just breath in absorbing the scent. Memorizing it. Saving it in her memory for a moment later on when she would savor the thought. Sometimes, when Michelle woke up before Robert, she would dive quietly under the sheet and just lay her head on his lap breathing in his fragrance. She could fall asleep again with his bouquet filling her nostrils and her lungs. Sometimes she would hold 'him' in her mouth as she did this not moving or sucking, just holding him there as if her mouth were a glove fit especially for his cock. Today was garbage day and Michelle had done all her normal preparations. She'd taken care of Robert first thing, giving him one of her best blow jobs and swallowing his cum instead of having him cum on her face. She'd fixed him breakfast and coffee and sent him to the airport. He was going to be out of town for a couple of days on business and, while she loved being with him and never wanted him to be gone, she figured she could use the time really cleaning up the house and getting some gardening done that was just way overdue. And, she would watch as the garbage truck came down the street 'squeal, thud, roar' the sounds of brakes, garbage being tossed into the bin, and the truck roaring off to the next set of cans. It had been a week since 'the incident' where Lil Shit, their dog had created the scenario with Tony and she. Michelle, Tony and Leroy, Tony's partner, were about to create an odd alliance. You see, the week after the incident had happened she wanted to make sure that they knew it was a one time thing. That she was a faithful wife, and she'd gone out to the street to have a conversation with them -- dressed conservatively. Now, conservative for Michelle meant she was wearing a bra, she often went without one, and a skirt which came down more than 2 inches below her rear, or shorts. It didn't mean that she wasn't sexy. Michelle couldn't help but being sexy. Her body was exceptionally curvaceous. Standing 5 foot 6 or 7 and weighing in at a high school age 120 she wore a dress size 2 normally and sometimes got down to a 0. Never, ever had she had to put on a 4. That just wouldn't do. Her hips flared out from that small waist as did her ample chest. She was proud of 'the girls' which were a C+, and she loved to display them either by wearing something low cut, by opening up more than enough buttons on a blouse, or wearing something which clung to her covering her tits without leaving much to the imagination. Dressed this morning in shorts and a t-shirt pulled tightly over her breasts with a thin lace bra underneath, she waited as they came down the street. She had LS on the leash. He barked as loudly as a 4 pound dog can as they roared up. Tony had jumped out the passenger side of the truck and said to Michelle "Can I help you?" as he went to grab the garbage bins. "Yes, I need to ..." she was embarrassed and didn't know how to say exactly what she had to say. And, she was standing next to the big garbage truck, it's diesel motor rumbling in the background. Tony was busily tossing the can's contents into the bin and not really paying attention to her but looked in her direction directly at her breasts as she was trying through her frustration to tell him it couldn't happen again. A switch in her flipped as Tony tossed the first can down and grabbed the second to empty it into the bin. "I need to ... tell you..." He was hopping into the truck his eyes darting between her face and chest, her nipples hardened and poking through the lace bra and tight t-shirt. Obviously they were in a hurry. She came right up to the open side of the truck where Tony was standing, his body sweat had an odor that set her off.. "I need to tell you... that I had fun." "What the heck?" she thought to herself. "That isn't what I was going to say. I'm a good wife, a faithful wife. No. No." But there she stood, her breasts heaving, her dog now held in her arms close to her chest, and Tony called to Leroy "Leroy, shut it down for a moment would you?" The big diesel slowed to a much quieter idle. "Well, Miss...." "Michelle, my name's Michelle" "Miss Michelle, me and Mr. Happy here enjoyed ourselves too." He reached down and, took one of her hands away from Lil Shit and shoved it in his elastic waisted pants. "No, no, I just get -- got carried away. You see something happens that I can't explain when you guys come down the street." and it was happening now. She was getting wetter and wetter. Tony was standing on the passenger side of the truck, Leroy still on the driver's side and her hand was now on it's own squeezing and rubbing Tony's crotch inside his work pants as she talked to him. It was as if she was transported into another world and there was nothing she could do about it. Tony reached down with one hand and took the dog from her other hand making sure to grope her breast as he did, squeezing it with his gloved hand. He loved seeing Michelle's tits, even covered up and, once again, they were close up and he was going to take the opportunity to feel them if he could. Standing there, her breasts heaving, her hand squeezing and stroking Tony's crotch. She mustered her courage. "I... I just love watching you guys doing your jobs. I love the sounds, the clanging, the roar of the truck. I just can't help it." What was coming out of her mouth? This isn't what she wanted to say. "I watch you from the window." "Do you play with yourself when you're watching us?" Tony asked, smiling, knowing he had her. "What?" "No, no, I... I..." she breathed in deeply "Yes. Yes I do." What had happened? She had had the best of intentions when she went out and now it was all going awry. Leroy, normally driving the big truck had gotten out and had walked around to the side where Michelle and Tony were talking. She with one hand inside Tony's pants squeezing and stroking his cock, and he holding her little dog. Tony slipped his pants down naked underneath just as he was last week and the next thing Michelle knew she was in front of a half naked man grasping his penis and moving into another world altogether. She looked down and shook her head. "Well now, pretty lady.." Leroy said with his deep baritone voice "aren't you just a sight?" Michelle turned to him and he took her free hand and shook it. Leroy was a big man and as black as a man could be. Michelle had never had a fantasy about black men but she did love their incredibly deep voices when they had one, and Leroy did. His shirt was stained with his sweat and it was opened 3 or 4 buttons. His hand was huge and dwarfed her own. "Now honey, you want to feel a real man?" and as he did he placed her hand on his crotch. "Oh my god, oh my god. oh my god." raced through her mind. And now she felt Leroy's hand on her butt. He was squeezing it, kneading it as she held him in one hand as she was squeezing Tony's naked cock with the other. Leroy's hand was huge and his fingers were playing games with her ass. Smoothing it, grabbing it, and, finally slipping a finger under the edge of her shorts and under her thong at the same time. His finger was slipping between her wet folds shifting back and forth and then he slipped it in. Not gently, nor forcibly, but firmly he pushed his finger deep inside of her. Michelle's mouth opened as her eyes rolled up, her head rolled from one side to the other. She exhaled. Tony had dropped the dog behind where seats would normally go in the front of a truck but the garbage truck had no passenger seat really. More like a perch he could sit on when there was a distance between houses. LS found something to chew on and was pleasantly happy to just be there chewing and ignoring what was happening to his owner. The next thing Michelle knew she was being lifted by Leroy's big hand, impaled on his finger, and placed on the passenger side step of the garbage truck. Her hand still on Tony's cock she stumbled a bit forward and, while he caught her shoulders as she fell forward she was now face to face with his glistening member and the smell of his crotch. She didn't know which sensation was more overwhelming, the feel of his cock in her hand, the smell of his manliness mixed with the sweat and the garbage, or the incredible sensation of Leroy's big finger deep inside 'her'. Her body moved automatically, she pressed back on Leroy's finger while she tightened her grip on Tony's cock. The animal in her took over. She slapped her face with Tony's cock and rubbed it all over her cheeks, nose, eyes and in and out of her mouth before slapping her face with it again. Leroy was pressing his finger in her and moving it around but had also moved his thumb inside her shorts and it was touching her puckered anus. He slid it back and forth a moment to make sure it was wet and then pushed it in there. It wasn't a soft, sensual moment, it was lust. She was being taken and sometimes Michelle wanted, needed, to be taken. "Oh, oh, oh" she breathed out quickly as her orgasm welled up inside of her. Leroy was working her with his finger and thumb, bringer her closer and closer to an incredible climax. Then, all of a sudden, Leroy's finger and thumb were gone. Pulled out of her and they left an emptiness she wanted filled. "No, don't stop." But then she felt her shorts pulled down in one forceful yank and the cool air rushed to her naked behind. Tony's cock was in her mouth and he held her hair and was guiding her, forcing her as deeply on him as he could. LS started yapping. Bent over, sucking Tony, her hands holding on to the console behind him to steady herself she braced for what was next. And she knew it was coming. The truck was still running, the diesel motor drowning out most sounds so she didn't hear Leroy's zipper come down but she knew nonetheless that he was preparing himself for what was coming next. She spread her legs slightly, and she felt it. Leroy had his cock between her legs moving it back and forth getting it sopping wet with her own juices before placing it ... "Oh no, not THERE!" but she couldn't say anything her mouth full of Tony's cock as Leroy pressed his member into her ass. "No, no, no..." It was too late, Leroy had buried himself in her nether region and was not being gentle about it. He was pounding her from behind when Tony came in her mouth. Spurt after spurt he came and she swallowed most of it , some of his cum dripped out the side of her mouth, her nose was pressed up against his pubic hair, her hair being pulled toward him, her hands now on his hips pushing away as hard as she could. But even that wasn't true. She wasn't really pushing with all her might. In fact, she was pulling him closer, pressing him deeper into her mouth not getting enough. Michelle was lost in the aromas again, the smell of Tony's fluids mixed with his manliness, the smell of her wetness providing lubrication for the Leroy who was still pummeling her ass. The smell of the truck and the diesel fumes. And she came, her sphincter tightening against Leroy's cock. Instinctively she reached between her legs and felt him thrusting in her like a piston. She loved the feel of a man when he was inside of her and her fingers on either side of his cock tipped Leroy over the edge. He exploded inside of her. She could feel his pulses as he emptied himself deep in her bowels. His hands, on her hips, had pulled her tighter against him. He couldn't be any deeper. There they were for a moment, Michelle bent over with Tony's cock in her mouth, her hands now his ass pulling him towards her, her nose pressed to his body. Leroy standing behind her, his cock still in her ass, his knees weakening and his hands one on the middle of her back steadying himself and the other still on her hip. Her shorts and thong in a heap around her ankles. LS now quiet in the back of the truck which idled noisily in the background. Leroy was the first to move. He backed away which allowed Michelle to let go of Tony's cock. She took it in one hand and rubbed it over her face before turning around and sitting down on the floor of the cabin, spent. Leroy moved forward, his cock now directly in front of her and softening. She reached up and took it lightly in her hand. She rubbed it on her cheeks smelling his fluids and her own on its girth. She moved it over her eyes and tapped her face with it before sucking it deeply in her mouth. Michelle loved the feel of a softening penis. Something about it turned her on. Perhaps it was that she'd done her job, she'd made a man happy. She touched Leroy's balls as she held him in her mouth, he tightened up for a moment and then he came again. Not a lot, but it was on the end of her tongue and she could taste him. Really taste him. She swallowed, pulled him deeply in her mouth again and cleaned him off. She breathed in deeply again. Smelled the smells. Shook her head and wondered how she was ever going to be sane again. Aromatherapy Jill felt the cool moisture of the mist on the underside of her wrist. She raised it to her nose and took in the pleasing aroma. "Umm, that's a good one," she said in a voice barely audible. She put the bottle back on the display shelf. After rearranging a few other items, she moved on to the next display. She lifted a large, maroon colored candle and sniffed. Not the "old fashioned Christmas" fragrance she remembered from her childhood, but still nice. Jill Edwards didn't use all the products in the Bath and Body Works store she managed. But, she could talk anyone into buying them. She was an attractive, if not necessarily striking, twenty eight year old single and independent woman interested in one day owning her own chain of stores. She couldn't yet tell you what the stores would sell, but they would be successful. She was 5'7", blonde with hazel eyes and a figure that actually looked better out of clothes than in them. That was due primarily, she always told herself, to the nondescript white button down shirt and tan slacks she wore at work. Alone, they might have been OK. But, throw in the required apron and her body became as exciting as a lamppost. Working in a store frequented predominantly by women, Jill saw her share of good-looking women. More than once she had watched a customer from behind the counter, imagining the lines of the breasts and hips and ass if unconfined by clothing. Never had she seen a more perfect combination of facial and bodily beauty than the young girl that entered the store now. The bell above the door had barely stopped ringing when Jill got her first good look at the girl. Dressed in tight, faded jeans and an even tighter turtleneck sweater, the girl's body oozed perfection. From behind a holiday display, Jill watched the girl stop at a table of gift ideas and smell a bar of soap. As was her custom, Jill would let the customer shop for a few minutes before offering to help. In this instance, it would also allow the manager time to catch her breath again. Jill followed the girl's long, cheerleader legs from the expensive sneakers to the perfect thighs to the small round ass. Then she admired the skinny waist as it accented the full breasts. Finally, she noticed the girl's long, wispy blonde hair flowing over her shoulders. The girl appeared to be perhaps twenty. Jill detected the delicate use of soft makeup, unlike the overabundance evident on most of the teenagers who came in. Bonus points, she thought to herself. The girl looked up and noticed Jill. "Hi," she said, looking at the price of a gift set. "Hi. Let me know if you need any help," Jill replied. "I will." The girl smiled and walked aimlessly around displays to a wall rack of bath oils. As she reached up to an upper shelf, Jill watched her sweater rise above the top of her hip hugger jeans. Smooth, tanned skin flashed briefly before the sweater slid down again. "Damn, Jill. She's a kid," the manager said to herself. "And certainly not interested in you." Two more customers entered the store, taking Jill's attention away from the girl for a moment. After exchanging greetings with the new customers, Jill worked her way back behind the service counter. The young girl slowly proceeded around the outside walls until she stood next to the register. "Gift shopping?" Jill mustered the nerve to ask her. "Yeah. My mother. I hate buying for her," the girl said with a weak frown. "We have all new facial and body lotions over there," Jill pointed to the far wall. "And aromatherapy is big this season. We have a big display by the door." "Aromatherapy? Like the scented oils you burn in a candle?" the girl asked. "We have that," Jill said. "But, there's a lot more now. Like bubble bath and spray…" "Ooooh, bubble bath," the girl sighed. "Here. Let me show you," Jill said, walking around the end of the counter. The girl followed Jill to the display. The manager pointed out the shelf with the bubble bath bottles and took hold of an aqua colored bottle. "I swear this stuff works," Jill said. "I don't know what the secret ingredient is, but it does calm you down." The girl smiled shyly, but didn't respond at first. She sniffed a couple bottles, then said, "I need this after some of the courses I'm taking this semester. The professors are driving me crazy." "Half an hour in a tub with this and you'll forget about college," Jill said, trying to keep her mind from drifting to a bubble filled tub with this gorgeous, naked babe in it. "And I suppose my Mom would enjoy it, having to live with my Dad." Jill laughed. She described a few more of the products before seeing a customer ready to check out. "I'll let you look," Jill said before turning toward the register. "Thanks." While gift-wrapping a purchase for the other customer, Jill saw the girl leave the store and disappear into the mall crowd. If nothing else, the young girl had given Jill something to think about the rest of the day…and night. On her worse days, Jill drowned in self-pity, not understanding why some beautiful person didn't come along and save her. It used to be a tall, dark man who was a computer network administrator by day and sexual stud by night. But, lately, the idea of a soft female body next to her was sounding even better. Tiffany Adams stared at the bubbles on the surface of her Coke, oblivious to the bustle of the crowd in the mall's food court. "Why is life so awful? Why do guys hate me? Isn't twenty supposed to be the prime of my life?" Once again, her mind wandered back to the bath store. "Why did that woman attract me?" She didn't have answers for any of her self-imposed questions. But the most important one concerned that woman. She was tall. Tiffany liked that. And those hazel eyes were full of life. And that cute butt. "Tiffany. Jesus," she nearly said out loud. She took another long drink from the straw in her glass. Two teenage boys passed her table, staring at her until they almost tripped over another table. "In your dreams," she thought to herself. Tiffany Adams stared down the long walkway of the mall toward the store where the tall woman with the hazel eyes was probably helping another customer. She looked at her watch. She took a drink. The bell above the door barely registered in Jill's mind as she opened another box in the store's diminutive storeroom. She took out the dozen bottles of body spray and placed them on top of an unopened box. She dismantled the now empty container until it was a small slab of cardboard and laid it in the corner. Jill peeked out into the store and froze. The young, blonde girl she had tried to forget about for the past hour was standing at the aromatherapy display. Jill quietly stepped behind the counter. Tiffany looked up to see the woman writing something, then continued her casual shopping. "Still undecided?" The young girl was startled to find the woman standing just a few feet away, striding softly towards her. "Yep," Tiffany said, realizing she meant that in more ways than one. "I liked your idea of the aroma bath stuff." "Aromatherapy." Jill mentally kicked herself for correcting the girl. "For you or your Mom?" "Both, I guess." The girl mindlessly picked up a bottle and sniffed it. Jill watched her tuck blonde hair behind her ear with a finger. She glanced down at the girl's sweater. The slightest hint of her nipples extended from the ends of her breasts. Jill took a deep breath. "Would you like to sample it?" Jill asked. The girl looked up. "Here?" Jill giggled nervously. "No. Our tub is broken. But, you can use mine." Tiffany stared at the woman, then at the display. She felt her heart pounding. She opened her mouth to respond, but couldn't. "Here's my number. Call me if you want to." Jill handed the girl a folded piece of paper. Tiffany stared at it for a second before anxiously shoving it into her jeans pocket. "My name's Jill. Jill Edwards," the woman said, extending her hand. "Hi. I'm Tiffany Adams." The tension flowed between them through their hands. Yet, Jill's fingers felt the softness of the girl's skin. "I may take you up on the offer," Tiffany said. "I hope you do," Jill replied. "No obligation." The girl laughed. She looked down at the floor, then pulled her hair back again as she looked up at Jill. "I gotta go. Thanks." "Bye," Jill said as the girl turned away. Tiffany walked through the door, bells ringing overhead. Jill sat on the stool behind the counter, her chin in her hands. "Damn it," she said to herself. "Damn it. Why do you do such stupid things?" A tear dropped from the corner of her eye, which she quickly wiped away with the back of her hand. Tiffany sat in her apartment, a cell phone on her lap. She looked at the piece of paper and thought about the woman who gave it to her thirty hours earlier. What did the woman want? Really want? "Hell. What do I want?" Tiffany muttered with emphasis on the "I". She picked up the phone and dialed the number. Jill's body jerked at the sound of the portable phone she had carried around the apartment for a day and a half. "Hello." The girl swallowed. "Hello. Jill?" "Yes. Who's this?" "Hi, Jill. This is Tiffany. We met in the store yesterday," Tiffany said with as calm a voice as she could manage. Rarely had Jill ever wanted to hear words as badly as she had wanted to hear those. "Hi. What a nice surprise." "I didn't know if you'd be working or not," Tiffany said. "Actually, this WAS my day off," Jill said. "What are you up to?" "Nothing special. I was just, uh…I was thinking about yesterday." The girl was stammering. She stopped talking to attempt to regain her composure. "How so? About what?" Jill closed her eyes in a quick, silent prayer the conversation would go the direction she wanted. "About your offer. If it still stands," Tiffany added quickly. "Of course it does," Jill said with enthusiasm. "You're welcome to come over any time you want." "Well, what day is good for you?" Tiffany asked. "Any night this week…after eight," Jill said. Her sweaty palm nearly dropped the phone as she switched it nervously from one ear to the other. "How about tomorrow? Nine o'clock." "That would be great. Let me give you directions," Jill said. The information was exchanged and the conversation ended as quickly as it began. Two women, in separate apartments on opposite ends of town, leaned back in their chairs and took deep breaths. The next night, Tiffany Adams stood in front of her dresser mirror. She stared at the open collar of her sleeveless shirt, shrugged, and unbuttoned one more button. The tops of her breasts were now plainly visible. She turned and ran her hands across the skintight material of the jeans covering her ass. The girl smiled. Jill Edwards thought back to her high school prom as she blow-dried her hair. The hours she had spent getting dressed and made up. The obnoxious nerd who got so drunk he couldn't drive her back home. Now she looked down at her sweater and the short skirt she hadn't had the nerve, or need, to wear in years. She smiled. The doorbell rang at 9:05 p.m. "On time, even. I'm impressed," Jill said to herself. She looked through the side window of the door and opened it. "Hi." Tiffany had a broad, alluring smile. "Hi. Come on in." Tiffany took off her light coat and handed it to Jill. "I'm really glad you could come over," Jill said, hanging the coat in the closet. "Thanks for inviting me," Tiffany said. "This is a nice apartment." "Oh, thanks. It's not really much. I don't spent a whole lot of time here, unfortunately," Jill said. She was standing in front of the girl, getting a good look at her outfit for the first time. Jill stole a rapid glance at the cleavage evident inside Tiffany's shirt. A chill went up the woman's spine. "You seem to enjoy your work, though." Jill's eyes shot back up. "Oh, I do." They walked farther into the living room and Tiffany sat at the end of the couch. Jill sat in a recliner near the couch and they talked about work, school, cheerleading, families and hobbies. "What would you like to drink? I've got pop, beer, wine…," Jill offered. "Wine would be good," said Tiffany. Jill returned a minute later with two glasses of wine and the half empty bottle. "I love your outfit," Tiffany said. "It looks SO comfortable." "Thanks." Jill felt herself blush. "You, of course, would look marvelous in ANYTHING." "Hardly. I don't have money for clothes," the girl scowled. "Sounds like you qualify for the special discount at my store," Jill said with a smile. More chatting was followed by more wine. Eventually, Jill worked up the courage to say, "So, I promised you a free aromatherapy bubble bath trial. You still interested?" Tiffany didn't falter. "Sure." "Do you want to take it home with you, or try it here?" Jill had convinced herself she'd give the girl one last chance to turn back. This was it. "I'll try it here," Tiffany said softly. "You're the expert." Again, Jill felt a flush envelope her face. At the same time, her pulse raced frenetically. Jill stood. "Bring your wine." She reached out for the girl's empty hand and led her down a short hallway. They turned into the undersized, but bright, master bathroom. As Tiffany looked around, Jill took the girl's glass and added it to hers on the ledge of the glistening white tub. Then she picked up two small bottles of fluorescent liquid. "Let's see," she said, holding the bottle up to her face. "We have 'apple blossom' and 'aloe mist'." "Oh. How about aloe mist," Tiffany said with a grin. Jill closed the drain, turned on the water and poured in an ample amount of the greenish bubble bath. Instantly, a layer of small white foam began to form on the surface of the water. Tiffany found herself admiring the soft looking thighs extending below Jill's short skirt as she leaned over the tub. Jill stood again, looking at the girl about to be engulfed by the soft bubbles. "Would you like to be alone?" Jill asked in a gentle voice. Then she held her breath. Tiffany paused, looking at the tub. Her eyes rose to meet the other woman's. "No." She felt the dryness in her throat. "I'd like to share it." Jill stepped forward. She reached for the open neck of the girl's shirt and placed her fingers on the skin beneath Tiffany's neck. She lowered her hands opened one button. Tiffany's breasts and bra were now plainly visible. Lightly, she stroked the tops of the breasts. Jill unbuttoned the shirt and pulled it out of Tiffany's jeans. The girl watched her with wide, anxious eyes. Jill stared down at the bare skin and spread the shirt open. Almost without realizing it, the shirt was falling off Tiffany's shoulders and down her arms. It dropped to the floor without a sound. As if being awakened suddenly from a dream, Jill looked over at the tub. The bubbles were approaching the top, so she moved to the faucet and turned off the rushing water. When she turned back to face Tiffany, the girl was dropping her bra on top of her discarded shirt. Jill stood frozen. The splendor of Tiffany's full, upturned breasts and bright pink nipples far exceeded the mental images she had conjured up the previous couple of nights. The girl kicked off her sneakers and opened the zipper on her jeans. She pushed them down and let the pants fall to the floor, exposing a pair of skimpy, high-rise panties. Tiffany watched the woman's eyes peruse her body before getting totally naked. A narrow, well-trimmed patch of dark blonde hair covered the top of her pussy. Her thighs were creamy and smooth, her hips round, her waist slender. "Wow," was all Jill could think of saying. "You have a beautiful body. I'm…uh, SO jealous." Tiffany laughed an embarrassed laugh. "Thank you," she said softly. She walked over to Jill. "I thought you were going to join me?" Jill opened her mouth to answer. Before she could, Tiffany placed her hands on the back of the woman's thighs, under her short skirt. In an instant, the hands were at the base of her ass and the two females stood inches apart. Tiffany ran her fingers just inside the bottom of Jill's panties, then pulled her hands out and grabbed the bottom of the woman's sweater. She lifted it over Jill's head and added it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Tiffany's eyes were fixed on Jill's breasts as she reached behind the woman and unhooked her bra. She put her hands on Jill's shoulders and pushed the straps down her arms. The woman closed her eyes as the girl's fingers slid down. Jill's entire body tingled at the delicate touch. Tiffany simply let the bra fall away. She licked her lips, wanting desperately to taste the other woman's erect nipples. Instead, she felt for the zipper on the side of Jill's skirt. She fumbled at first, but grasped the small fastener and pulled it down. With one quick movement, the skirt was at Jill's feet. Jill stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside. She watched the young girl reach uncertainly for the top of her panties. Clutching the waistband at each hip, Tiffany removed the panties. Jill's breath came fast and irregular. Her nipples ached and her cunt was soaked in anticipation. Tiffany stood in front of Jill, placed her hands on the older woman's waist and cautiously kissed her lips. Jill responded by wrapping her arms around the girl and opening her mouth. Their tongues darted wildly at first, before settling into a long, passionate kiss. The girl moaned when Jill placed both hands on her ass and pulled her closer. Their hips grinded together, urgently searching for contact with another body to ease the growing desire. "I think we need a hot bubble bath," Jill said into Tiffany's ear. "I think we do," Tiffany replied, barely able to get the words out. She released her grip on Jill and turned towards the tub. She tentatively put in one leg, then the other. Tiffany watched as the girl's gorgeous body sank under the mound of bubbles until only her head and flowing blonde hair was visible. Carefully, Jill got in the opposite end of the tub. Their legs touched, fought for space, and finally settled with Jill's underneath Tiffany's. The girl leaned back against the rounded end of the tub and sighed. "Oh, this feels great," she said. Her eyes were closed. Jill slid forward and put her hands on the outside of Tiffany's thighs. She stroked the soft, smooth skin from knee to hip. Tiffany, in turn, rubbed Jill's ankles and shins, which were tight against her ribs. A moment later, Jill was on her knees between Tiffany's legs. The girl opened her eyes and looked at Jill with infatuation. The woman leaned forward and put both hands on Tiffany's bubble-covered breasts. At first she cupped them in her palms. Then she found the nipples and squeezed them soothingly. Again, the girl's eyes were closed. Jill leaned farther forward and kissed her. Tiffany responded with a flick of her tongue over Jill's lips. She moaned as Jill continued manipulating her nipples. "God, you make me feel so good," Tiffany whimpered. "You're so beautiful. I WANT to make you feel good," Jill said. They were silent as Jill kneaded the girl's breasts. Slowly, her right hand moved over Tiffany's stomach, around the navel and down. She felt the fine hair just before coming to Tiffany's clit. A rush of air from the girl's open mouth hit Jill's cheek as her finger crossed over Tiffany's clit and followed the folds of skin even lower. Under the warm water and scented bubbles, Jill's hand found Tiffany's opening. One finger inched its way into the hole as Jill watched the girl's face. Their eyes met. Whatever indecision either woman may have had earlier was now gone. Jill felt Tiffany spread her legs as far as the tub would let her. This excited Jill even more, knowing the girl was submitting to her. She began a steady, rhythmic motion with her finger. Aromatherapy "Welcome to the Pavlovian Suite." said the masseuse as she led Carla into one of Heaven's many custom designed massage rooms. The masseuse continued "All our rooms are named after the figures who have inspired us here at Heaven be it through their vision, mind or beauty." If the name hadn't already given it away then the soft blue and pink furnishings of a room filled with pictures of Ballet scenes whilst Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker Suite played quietly in the background made it clear from whom the Pavlovian Suite took its inspiration. Being a lover of Ballet Carla was thrilled that her fiancé had chosen such a perfect pre-wedding gift. "I just want everything to be perfect for you on you big day." He had told her. "I can handle wedding things on my own for one day, you go spend some quality time with yourself." It was then he revealed he had booked her in for a massage and aromatherapy session at the States most exclusive Health and Beauty Spa: Heaven – famous for its slogan 'Now Heaven really is a place on Earth'. Carla loved Mike, and from this wonderful present it was clear to her that he loved her just as much. Carla was already thinking of the perfect outfit in which to 'thank' him in. She knew that the sight of her stunning figure in that tiny pink lace negligee would cause any guy to stand to attention and the brownie points gained today more than covered such a privilege for Mike. Carla's attention then switched back to the masseur who was motioning her over to a table. "If you could just leave your clothes on the dresser and lie face down on the massage table we can begin. I will come back in five minutes once you have changed." As the door closed behind the masseur, Carla slipped out of the red dress she had arrived in and neatly folded it onto the table. Then after removing her bra and panties she made her way over to the table. The massage table itself looked no different from any other she had seen but upon lying down she realized it was different. Normally Carla found it quite awkward to lie face down due to the size of her breasts but not here. The upholstery seemed to mould around her body. The fabric was like nothing she'd ever felt before. It was firm yet also soft and silky. "Forget the massage," Carla thought to herself "I could just lie here all day.". With that the masseur returned. "If you are ready we can begin." she said as she approached the table. Carla gave a hum of compliance; melting into the table beneath her. "Very good." continued the masseur. "Now first I shall start by rubbing some aromatic oils into your skin. It is a special mixture of natural ingredients which shall both open up your pores and sooths your senses allowing all your anxieties to just wash away." Carla lay there as the masseur began to rub scented oils into her back. She felt herself becoming looser the girl's hands rubbed her back and shoulders. The experience felt like magic. As the masseur continued to work and caress her body, all of Carla's worries and inhibitions seemed to just float away. She was in a dream world and it felt great. "I'm now going to work on the rest of your body." the masseur said casually. Carla could feel the girls hand start to work their way south, rubbing the oils into her lower back and hips. The feeling seemed almost sensual as everything just drifted away. All that remained in Carla head was how good this massage was. Seeing that Carla was now deeply immersed in her massage, the masseur knew it was safe to move onto stage two. "How are we feeling Carla?" she asked "Mmmmm," replied Carla in satisfaction "Good, now Carla, from here the massage will become a little more unorthodox. Do not think about it. Just think about how wonderful and relaxed you feel and you will have the massage of a lifetime. Can you do that for me? " "Uh Huh." confirmed Carla, miles away from the discussion she was partaking in. "That's a good girl. So you just lie there and enjoy, don't think about anything, or what is going on around you. Just focus on the pleasure and you're day will be perfect. " Carla wasn't quite sure what the girl was saying. All she cared about was how fantastic the girl's hands felt. By now they had gone past her back and were now working on her ass and thighs. Carla just sighed in approval as this girl worked her way towards Carla's pussy. The whole experience was so euphoric that Carla did not even realize that she was getting wet. She was just lost in relaxation as the probing hands of her masseur edged nearer and nearer to her ever dampening sex. Carla's hips began to sway in an attempt to encourage the hands to reach their target. By now Carla had gone from sensual to fucking horny and when the first oiled digit brushed against her clit she almost cried with delight. "Now Carla, I want you to close your eyes for me Ok. Just close your eyes and enjoy. Think only of how good everything feels. " Carla was already too far away to really take on board these new directions but the orders sunk in nonetheless. She was far to 'relaxed' even to notice the large masculine figure enter the room and make his way over to the massage table. "Hey Nikki," he called out casually,"She ready yet? " "I think so. It's time to give the customer what they want. " At this the man unzipped his fly and stood patiently just by head. By now Nikki hand had really gone to work on Carla pussy. Mixing penetrative explorations of inside the naked masagee's cunt with soft caresses of her clit and thigh. Carla's senses were having the time of their life as Nikki began issuing further instruction. "Now Carla, I would like you to lift your head up for me and face forward. Can you do that for me? Remember to keep your eyes closed. " Carla's response was almost subconscious as she lifted her head and stared closed-eyed at the penis which was hanging barely three inches away from her face. "That's a good girl," Nikki complimented. "Now, next I would just like you to do whatever you think is natural, can you do that for me?" "Uh Huh," sighed Carla Nikki then turned to her colleague: "Simon, I think she's ready." On his queue, the man began to edge his cock towards the face of the young naked girl lying before him. The moment it touched Carla's lips, her head instinctively began to back away. However she soon stopped when she realized that this reaction had caused the tingling that had been in her pussy to slow down. "Just do whatever you think comes naturally." Nikki reassured her. At this Carla moved her head ever so slightly backs towards the cock which was patiently waiting for her. To her joy the tingling began to pick up again and soon she was reacquainted with the feel of flesh against her lips. Simon began to gently run the tip of his somewhat sizeable member across Carla's closed mouth searching for a way inside. Carla was now becoming desperate to orgasm. Her refusal to open her mouth had caused the tingling in her pussy to plateau and her frustration was growing. Carla knew what she had to do to get what she wanted, with that her lips part and Simon's growing cock slid in. She was instantly rewarded as two of Nikki's fingers slid into her cunt and began to pump away. "Very good Carla." Nikki congratulated her. "Now I want you to imagine you are sucking on an ice pop. You just need to keep sucking gently up and down the whole shaft, Ok. You can also give it a lick every now and then. If you can just to that for me I'm sure you will like it. " At that Carla's head began to bob slightly as she lightly sucked at the cock which was stirring within her mouth. Working her way from the tip to as close to the base as she could reach, Simon was soon fully erect. "We've got a fast learner here Nikki," Simon remarked,"Are you sure she's never done this before. " "Positive." Nikki replied,"The notes from the client state that they were college sweethearts. She was the first girl he ever slept with and vice-versa. However she refuses to give head and even though he loves her yadda yadda ya. " "So basically this guy's got everything he'll ever want: money, probably a job we could only dream of, a girl who's completely in love with him and he's still not happy because she won't suck his cock. " "That's about right." confirmed Nikki,"sad isn't it? " "You got that right," agreed Simon,"and does our young Romeo know the methods we use here at Heaven? " "Of course not, " Nikki chuckled, "In fact it says here how 'it will be all the more special knowing that his will be the first and only dick she will ever taste'." "Proof if it were ever needed that money can't buy you sense isn't it?" Simon remarked. "You can say that again." sighed Nikki. By now the fingers pumping away at her cunt had caused Carla sucking speed to increase quite considerably. In fact her head was pumping on Simon's cock almost as rapidly as the fingers were penetrating her sex. "I think I'm getting ready to blow." Simon informed Nikki. "This is a bit quick for you isn't it?" Nikki teased. "I'd have thought you'd have more stamina than this, or maybe you're just getting old." "Hey!" He cried,"Less of the age talk if you don't mind. I'm telling you this girl's a natural. The rest of the guys will tell you the same, trust me. " "Ok, Ok," said Nikki with a wink,"I believe you; now let's get this over with. How close are you? " "About ninety seconds at this speed." Simon answered. "Right then, so it's time to send this girl over the top." declared Nikki. Carla sucked at the cock hungrily as the fingers in her cunt picked up speed, relentlessly pumping away at her. She could feel a climax was near and her hips started swaying in motion which those penetrating digits. Suddenly she felt a hand grab her hair and begin to work her head faster. The sound of heavy breathing above her mixed with her own heart quickening as her pussy began to quiver in anticipation of what was to come. Her hips now furiously riding the fingers of her masseur she continued to suck and suck at the mystery cock inside. At that she heard a groan above her a wave after wave of hot cum hit the back of her throat. Almost instantaneously her own climax began causing a wave of pleasure to rip through her body. As Simon's cock retracted out of her mouth her pleasure was clearly audible to the two heaven employee's and they both smiled in a job well done. "So I guess I'll be seeing you again in about an hour then." Simon suggested as he finished cleaning himself off. "That sounds about right to me." confirmed Nikki,"The next guy should already be waiting outside so could you send him in, we've a lot of work to do. " "No problem," replied Simon"See you in a bit. " "Ok, See you later, don't be late." By this time Carla euphoria had subsided. However the tingling was still there. She realized that the wandering digits of her masseur were still brushing and caressing her pussy. Her horniness was refusing to go away, not that she was complaining mind. She was so content to just bask in the sexy tingles of her pussy that she didn't notice a new dark stranger replace the one whose cock she had just this minute tasted. "Hey Nikki, long time, no see." "Danny!" exclaimed Nikki"When did they move you over to oral? " "It's just a temporary thing," Danny replied whilst he pulled down his shorts,"George is on vacation so I'm filling in a few of his shifts. It's always nice to spend time with the cocksuckers if you pardon the pun." "Ha Ha. " moaned Nikki sarcastically, "well it's good to see you again and try to remember which end of the girl you're meant to be fucking Ok. " "Yes Ma'am!" Danny reacted as he got into position,"ready when you are. " Oblivious to the conversation happening above her Carla once again felt flesh pressing against her lips. Remembering the last time Carla was all too happy to grant this new prick access to her mouth. Danny's cock effortlessly slid in between the inviting lips and immediately Carla began to suck again. As she had expected Carla very soon began to feel things heat up downstairs and cheerily continue to suck and lick away. "We have a fast learner I see," said Danny approvingly. "It certainly appears that way." Replied Nikki,"Although remember Colin from accounting's theory..." "Oh yes," interrupted Danny,"90% of the women who refuse to suck cock only do so because they fear they will enjoy it too much. " "It's a contentious theory I must say, but you cannot argue our current client doesn't back him up somewhat." "Very true," remarked Nikki casually as, with her free hand, she began to rummage around inside a bag which was kept under the massage table. "Is it time to up the ante?" questioned Danny gleefully. "We're on a tight schedule with this one." said Nikki,"It's only a one day session so everything needs to be done as efficiently as possible. " With that, Nikki removed an eight inch black vibrator from the bag."And besides, her breasts are dying for some attention. Nikki then proceeded to remove her fingers from Carla's soaking cunt and replace them with the smooth black shaft of the vibrator. Casually setting it to the second speed, Nikki left the mechanical phallus to do its thing whilst she applied some more oil to her hands in preparation for the next stage of Carla's massage. After the brief disappointment of having the masseur's fingers removed from her sex, Carla was more than delighted with their replacement. The vibrator filled her cunt and was relentless in its assault on her pleasure zones. Continuing to vigorously suck away at the cock inside her it came as another pleasant surprise when two probing hands began to softly paw at her breasts. First it was just a soft caress, but it soon escalated into a full-on assault of her voluptuous globes. Small sensations of pleasure ripped through her as the hands pinched and pulled at her erect nipples. This only encouraged her to step up the rate at which her mouth was pumping away at the cock of a smiling Danny who was just loving the show. "I think I'm gonna blow," gasped Danny, "I need you to last another two minutes or so, " replied Nikki as she hurriedly turned the vibrator up to speed three, "She's not quite there yet. " "I'll try my best," replied Danny unconvincingly,"But please be as quick as you can, this girl is an animal! " Nikki continued to massage Carla's breast; the teasing pinches of her nipples became more and more frequent as need to come began to build and build. Right now there were only two things in the world Carla cared about: The vibrator which was so close to making her scream with delight, and Danny's cock which she knew held the key to her own pleasure. Sucking away, Carla's mouth moved into overdrive. She knew the moment was close for she felt Danny begin to thrust further and deeper down her throat. Carla was insatiable; the sensations in her pussy were beginning to overwhelm her, leaving her teetering on the brink of ecstasy. At that moment, Nikki turned the vibrator to full speed as a desperate Danny convulsed and spasmed, spewing what felt like gallons of hot cum into Carla's waiting mouth. This hit Carla like a ton of bricks attached to an atom bomb and she moaned into Danny's cock as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her. Carla hungrily sucked every last drop of cum out of Danny cock in order to make her own pleasure last as long as possible. Finally she relented and Danny pulled his shaft free. The second her mouth was empty the vibrations in her pussy slowed down to calm her down but still keep her on the wrong side frustrated. "My God, she is good!" cried Dan"I don't suppose she's got some time booked in our department does she? " "I'm afraid you're out of luck," smiled Nikki,"She's strictly oral only. " "God damn it!" lamented Dan in mock outrage,"Well I suppose I'm just gonna have to hope she gets booked in for further therapy sometime soon. " "Stop drooling over the client." responded Nikki,"I'm on a tight schedule so I need you to call in the next guy. Go on, be off with ya. " "Fine then," said Dan indignantly,"I know when I'm not wanted. " and with that he made for the door in melodramatic style to call in his successor. Over the next few hours employee after employee was called into the Pavlovian Suite in order to aid Carla's therapy and every time Nikki had things to perfection. As soon as Carla felt the cum hit the back of her throat she was assaulted by wave after wave of orgasm before being brought back down to simmering in wait for the next one. After twenty seven orgasms shared between nine heaven staff members, Nikki thought that Carla might be ready. "Carla honey, I think it's time for us to round off your therapy so I would just like you to try and wind down for me Ok, could you do that for me? " "Uh Huh," mumbled Carla, still very much in a daze from all the amazing sensations she had experienced in the last few hours. "That's a good girl," complimented Nikki. With that Nikki slowly slid the vibrator out of Carla soaked pussy before commencing a routine shoulder massage. Carla's breathing began to gradually return to normal. At that moment Simon entered the suite ready to help with the final stages. "So you finally think she's got the message then do you?" asked Simon with a slight sense of sarcasm in his voice. "I believe so." responded Nikki in kind. "It's time to put that theory to the test though, so you just stand there and for when you are needed." With that Nikki refocused her attention on Carla who by now had pretty much reverted back to a state of calm. "Now Carla, we I just wish to carry out one more shoulder massage. However you're in the wrong position for you to feel the full benefit of the treatment. I need you to kneel on the floor for me, can you do that? " "Mmm hmm," confirmed Carla. "That's a good girl," replied Nikki,"I'll help you down. " With Nikki's help, Carla almost rolled off the massage table onto to floor. Composing herself she straightened her back until she was kneeling down with her back to Nikki. Nikki began to lightly rub Carla's shoulders before beckoning Simon over. On his cue Simon unzipped his flies and positioned himself just in front of Carla's face. His freed cock inches from her face as was standard. He slowly edged his crotch towards the unsuspecting face of Carla until his penis tip began to lightly brush her nose and mouth. As if on cue, Carla parted her lips and allowed the stray cock to slide into her mouth. She naturally began to work her way down the shaft sucking and kissing as she went. Once Carla was in full flow Nikki stepped away in order to fully assess Carla's conditioning. Carla however could not care less and the growing wetness returning to her loins only encouraged her to continue orally massaging this latest rogue member. Getting into full flow her head began to pick up speed till it almost seemed to be bouncing on top of Simon's vertical shaft. Small mini orgasms were already beginning to pulsate through Carla's body making her feel that the time for release was close. Spurred on she became relentless in her assault on Simon. Driving and pumping and sucking and kissing and working and licking him towards climax. All Carla cared about was feeling that cum hit the back of her throat and almost before she'd even finished thinking that sentence, Simon let out a moan before spurting a stream of cum down Carla's throat instantly sending her into a simultaneous climax. Watching Carla twitch and spasm in euphoria as she hungrily sucked every possible drop of seed from Simon's cock, Nikki knew that it was mission accomplished. Pleased at another job well done she now just had to deal with the finishing touches before releasing the new-improved Carla onto her fiancé. Aromatherapy "Good job Simon." commended Nikki,"I think we can safely say the therapy worked. " "I think so," replied Simon whilst he reinserted his cock back into his pants. "That's going to be one lucky fiancé, so long as he doesn't find out what our methods are. " "And he's not going to find out is he?" retorted Nikki,"Now just hurry up and leave so I can finish with my client. " "Yes Sir!" Shouted Simon smiling,"I'll see you after work then? Some of the Oral department are going for a few drinks down at O'Reilly's. We'll see you there? " "Yeah sure," confirmed Nikki,"Now will you go already? " "Ok Ok," mumbled Simon as he made his way to the door,"I'll see you at seven then, Have a fun afternoon. " Once the door had closed Nikki returned her attention to Carla who was still breathing heavily and prostrate on the floor. Helping her back onto the table, Nikki began the final part of the procedure. "Now Carla, in a second I'm going to count to three. On three you are going to come to and be totally aware of everything and your surroundings again. Do you understand? " "Uh huh." confirmed Carla. "Good, now when you come to, you will not remember any of this. As far as you are concerned you have just had a deep and very pleasurable massage. You will be nothing but happy about the service here and will be very grateful to your fiancé for booking you in for such a wonderful time. In fact you may even be willing to do something very special to thank him this evening. Do you understand? " "Uh huh," repeated Carla. "Good, now remember, on three you will be wake up and feel better than new. Are you ready...? One... two... three. " With that Carla found herself aware again. The massage had been better than anything she could have imagined and she knew that Mike was in for a treat tonight. He had earned it. "How are you feeling?" asked Nikki. "Oh wonderful," Replied Carla,"That was amazing, it really was so good I can't believe it. " "Well I'm glad to hear it. Customer satisfaction is our main priority here at Heaven. Anyway I need to clear up here but if you just want to go down the hall back to reception I think your fiancé is waiting for you. " "Oh thank you," replied Carla,"I'll put in a good word for you with the reception; you are so good at what you do. Maybe I'll get to come back again some day. And this suite, the Pavlovian Suite; it's perfect; Mike knows I love ballet and Pavlova was the best. Thank you again. " Nikki just smiled back as Carla left the room to 'enjoy' her new life with Mike. Quickly tidying up the oils and equipment which had been used shed made her own exit, briefly stopping to acknowledge a small picture in the corner of the room. She smiled and left. The picture was of an old man sitting with a couple of his favorite dogs. The Caption read: To Ivan Pavlov, An inspiration to us all here at Heaven. The End. Aromatherapy With her free hand, Jill once again found Tiffany's nipple. The combination of sensations resounded through the girl's body. "Oh, God. Jill." Under the thick layer of bubbles, Tiffany began fucking the woman's finger. "That's it. Relax," Jill said in a soothing voice. She kissed Tiffany's neck. "Let it happen." The sexy, soft voice in her ear brought Tiffany closer to the end she now knew was inevitable. The woman in front of her was going to make her cum in this tub. Sexual tension built up inside the girl until her body shook. She pushed her hips harder against Jill's hand. The girl's small ass bounced off the floor of the tub. She moaned louder. "Oohhh, yes. Yes. Right there." Jill moved her hand around Tiffany's pussy, changing the position and angle of her finger. She tried to rub her palm across the engorged clit whenever possible. Whatever she was doing, it was working. "Oh, God. God. I'm cumming…" Tiffany arched her back. Jill squeezed her nipple tighter and plunged a finger in deeper. The girl began a series of shrill cries that contained no clear words, but the meaning was definite. Jill pumped her finger inside Tiffany's hole like a piston and moved her other hand onto the girl's clit. This brought another series of softer wails. "Oh, yes. Harder. Harder," she begged. Jill obliged. Finally, the orgasms faded into occasional jerks under the water. Jill removed her finger and gently slid the hand over Tiffany's body until it stopped on top of one of the large breasts. Jill squeezed, taking as much of it into her palm as she could. "That was incredible. I've never…That's the best ever," Tiffany stammered. Jill leaned down and kissed the beautiful, young girl. It was a long, loving kiss. When she opened her eyes, Jill saw a single tear flow down Tiffany's cheek. "Shit. Was it THAT bad," Jill said. Tiffany lifted a hand out of the water and lightly punched Jill in the arm. She tried to smile, but now both eyes were shedding tears. "I'm sorry. I've never felt so loved. So…satisfied," Tiffany managed to say, looking at the woman kneeling in front of her. "So you like the bubble bath?" Jill asked. "I'll take two." "Sold." Jill fell on top of the girl and they kissed again. This time Tiffany rolled onto her side and the two stretched out in the tub, almost completely covered in bubbles. As if she had been doing it her whole life, Tiffany's hand slid between Jill's thighs. They continued kissing while the girl found the large clit. After the second stroke, Jill was pushing her hips into Tiffany's hand. This time it was Jill's turn to moan and lay her head on Tiffany's shoulder. She reached around and felt for the young girl's ass. The flesh was warm in the bath water. Tiffany picked up the pace of her rubbing. She applied more pressure the louder Jill sighed. "Yes. That's it," Jill urged. "Yes." Moving virtually unnoticed by her partner, Tiffany slid down the tub until her head was opposite Jill's pussy. Jill rolled onto her back. Tiffany placed her hands under the older woman's ass and lifted until the dripping pussy was out of the water. Immediately, the girl placed her mouth over Jill's clit and began sucking, licking, and biting. Groans of ecstasy came from deep inside Jill. The girl's tongue was lapping at her clit, sending tremors through her body. It had been too long and this stunning college cheerleader was driving her mad with lust. Jill started cumming much more quickly than Tiffany had anticipated. "C'mon, Jill" Tiffany said. "C'mon." The orgasm, or rather orgasms, building up in Jill since she first saw Tiffany walk into the store all came crashing out of her in a two minute span. Tiffany continued to attack the woman's pussy with her mouth until she sensed Jill trying to pull away from her. Soon, Jill felt the last contraction travel from the pit of her stomach through her cunt. Jill lay exhausted in the tub. The girl's hand massaged the area between Jill's legs, causing ripples to continue through her body for another minute or two. "Well," Tiffany said. "What other fine products do you sell?" "Did I mention the aromatherapy candles?" "Ooohh. Sounds interesting." They kissed. "I have one in the bedroom." "Perfect."