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Sensuality

By: The-oldmans-wife



PART I What Mary Learned

Mary is 55 and happily married. At the moment, Mark, her husband, friend, and lover of 30 years, has been gone almost a week taking care of a family problem.

"It's been a long week," thought Mary as she lay in the half empty bed. "My part-time job, lunch with friends, and personal and grocery shopping just seems like ‘marking time', with the house and this bed being empty of Mark. "

Thinking of her husband/lover, Mary's finger tips began making slow concentric circles on her abdomen. Suddenly, Mary became aware of a sensual feeling in the area of her clit. Pushing thoughts of Mark aside, Mary let her senses take control. I know there are hundreds of nerve endings in my finger tips that tell me cold, hot, rough, smooth, but sensual? WOW!!! This was her last conscious thought as she let her finger tips continue their light, delicate, stimulating dance on the sensual nerve endings of her abdomen.

As the dancing finger tips commenced moving faster and faster over her abdomen, exciting the nerves to a screaming pitch, her breathing became more rapid and her hips began a slow undulation. "A little orgasm. Wow!!" noticed one part of her stimulated brain. The finger tips slowly and rhythmically slowed down to a stop and then started dancing up the center of her body to her breasts, where those animated finger tips circled each breast, enticing those nerve endings until they reached the pinnacle. There the fingers straightened out and each palm, moving in concentric circles, took over the sensual dance on each nipple till each one was standing up. "Even my palms are feeling sensual" was the fleeting thought. 

By now, Mary's lips have parted and her arching body responded to this intoxicating stimuli. Once again, Mary was aware of another small orgasm as she felt her channel of love begin to moisten. It was as if every excited nerve was sending precise data to her sensual mind.

The sensual-feeling palms revolved faster on the aroused nipples, sending electric waves down to her aching clit. Then as the finger tips once again circulated around her breasts, her breathing slowed, her body relaxed, waiting for the next sensual stimuli. It came when those sensitive, delightful finger tips began dancing on the sensitive areas of her collar bone , causing her upper body to slowly move back and forth over the sheet. The breathing increased; her lips parted. 

Swiftly changing from finger tips to knuckles, the stimulating dance continued up her neck, under the chin, over the chin and onto her cheeks where the knuckles, too, started their slow concentric dance. "WOW!!!" was the thought, "even the knuckles are sensual stimulants.. And my cheeks, the stimuli. . .".

The fingers straightened out and once more the finger tips took over their FAST, enticing, nerve-stimulating dance - over the temples, onto the forehead, down the bridge of the nose, down each side of the nares onto the cheeks. This time, the fingers continued the circular dance on the still tingling cheeks before moving down to the neck and onto the still sensitive collar bone. ‘Ohhh, my cheeks feel as stimulated as my clit" was the penetrating thought. Soft moans issued through her parted lips as her mind became numbed by these awakened, overpowering sensual feelings.

By their own volition without any conscious thought, the light dancing finger tips of the left hand moved down the center of the body to the abdomen and again were doing their SLOW circular nerve-arousal dance. 

The right hand finger tips were moving of their own accord over to her left shoulder. "Ohhh... My shoulder; it's sooo sensitive" was the sub-conscious thought as those finger tips SLOWLY began THEIR circular rhythmic dance on the shoulder. This seemed to go on forever. The finger tips on the abdomen, those on the shoulder; an aching clit waiting, wanting the touch of soft lips; another orgasm filling the channel of love with lubricating fluid; and her ass - - it, too, was now sending signals. Groans were now emanating from her throat; the hips moving up and down, up and down, searching for that solid prick to ease the now constant ache. But not yet , not yet.

The dancing finger tips continued their slowly increasing circular dance down the arm onto the back of the hand. That small part of her mind that could still notice, wondered, "Even the back of my hand has sensuality. Why, oh why, haven't I ever done this before?" Then the fingers began their upward dance to the shoulder, driving her wild with longing. Orgasm followed orgasm.

As the dancing fingers finished with the shoulder, they moved down to the abdomen - and met the left-hand fingers moving up to the sensitive collar bone and over to the right shoulder. Once more, Mary felt as if she couldn't take much more as those dancing fingers went down and then up her arm, leaving awakened nerve endings. They weren't through yet; they went under her arm, enticing the nerve endings in her armpit. As the right arm slowly extended itself above her head, Mary felt the dancing fingers ascend the inner arm to the palm and back down. "No more" she muttered, but her body said, "NO, the other arm wants the same."

Now the left fingers danced up to the right armpit in a slow, circular motion , rousing nerves long quiescent, and then quickly proceeded up the inside of her raised arm, torturing the nerves with that constant light circular movement by her fingers till they reached her palm. "Round and round they go," said her numbed mind. Even more rapidly those fingers moved down the raised arm, never stopping, never giving those tortured nerves a chance to rest. 

Then the dancing fingers, continuing their tantalizing stimuli, moved down to and over the hips, over the thighs, down to the calves and then slowly up the backs of her legs, reaching the rump - stimulating, arousing, tormenting long silent nerve endings. Unrecognizable sounds issued past her panting lips as one orgasm followed another, leaving a demanding , aching crotch, from her clit to her ass. Mary, by now, was feeling faint from the unceasing stimulation to ALL her tantalized, tortured nerves. "Rest, need to rest", she thought.

The sexual unfulfillment of her aroused clit, her lubricated channel of love, and her awakened ass, brought Mary back to the demands of her sensual body. "How to take care of those last two," she momentarily wondered. "Mark isn't here. Oh! That's right! I have Mark's gifts: an anal plug and an imitation penis!" For a moment, her thoughts lingered on why Mark had given her these unusual gifts. 

A few days before Mark left to settle a family problem, they had a VERY passionate "69". That time, Mark had put a finger cot on his middle finger, greased it, and put it up her ass as far as possible as he sucked on her clit. Now, Mark from time to time had previously inserted a finger a short way into her ass and Mary had found it stimulating by moving her hips back and forth on it, but this time -- WOW!! THIS TIME, Mary didn't roll off after the first INTENSE climax, NO WAY.. She wanted this climax to go on and on and on.

"Is there a direct line from my clit to the higher part of my inner ass?" she briefly wondered, as the sensuality of this exotic stimulation numbed her conscious mind.

Two days later Mary told Mark she was still feeling the aroused nerves in her ass. "What will I do while you're gone," she complained. The following day Mark gave Mary three gifts: an anal plug, an imitation penis, and a tube of KW Jelly. "What's the jelly for?" asked Mary. "To lubricate the anal plug. You don't want to cause any problems in your rectum from using a dry anal plug," Mark had replied. " Keep these handy just in case you want to try them while I'm gone.

At this moment, though, with Mark out of town, and her clit, love passage and ass all demanding attention, she needed his gifts - NOW!!

Until this evening Mary had never done a do-it-yourself sexual stimulation. She had always let Mark have the pleasure of exciting her, but now she was sexually, sensually aroused and she really, really needed his three gifts. Mary frantically began searching for them. 

. "Where, of where, did I put them," she thought, opening one drawer after another and pawing wildly through their contents. "Oh, there you are," she sighed in relief.

Laying them on the bed on an old T-shirt of Mark's, Mary sat back on her haunches. With her momentary flashback of their last passionate love-making and since the search had cooled things down just a bit, she began to stimulate her body even more with her dancing fingers. Around her belly they danced rousing those nerves to an even higher pitch. Up the center to the breasts, up and around them to the now hardened nipples, once again sending electric waves down to her clit. Her cheeks were demanding their attention from those rhythmic fingers. 

"Oh - h - h", moaned Mary as her body began its circular dance. "Now me," said each arm, so Mary moved her finger to caressing those aroused nerves. "Yes, yes," said her sensual mind, "don't stop now."

Those dancing fingers once again went down her body to her hips, her thighs, her calves, back up her legs, her rump - never stopping - stimulating and tormenting those sensual nerve endings again and again, bringing forth one orgasm after another. 

With her ass wanting, demanding attention, Mary picked up the anal plug. Looking at it, she whispered," Oooh, you are as long as Mark's finger. What a lovely thing you are." Without hesitation, she drew it back and forth between her moist parted lips while the left hand fingers 

continued their devastating dance on her body's nerves. 

All this time, Mary's body was still swaying - her left fingers still teasing her tortured nerves. Suddenly, her fingers holding this butt toy, twisted it as she plunged it into her mouth, down her throat. Harsh sounds came from her throat. After a few moments of moving this exciting toy in and out of her panting mouth, Mary reluctantly withdrew it.

Reaching down for the "jelly" , her dancing left fingers stopped dancing long enough to grease this sexual thing. Rising up on her knees, Mary again whispered, "Little butt, I hope you're as stimulating as Mark's finger" as she slowly put the toy in her anus and as slowly pulled it out. In, out, in, out, in, out - teasing those nerves, creating more orgasms.

As her left fingers continued their erotic dancing on her tortured nerves, Mary turned and twisted this "toy" up into her ass as far as she could. She continued turning and twisting it while moving it up and down, in and out until this became a robotic-like movement: over and over - turning, twisting, up, down, in out. She drew short rapid breaths, making guttural sounds. 

The dancing fingers stopped; her clit was sending demanding message after message; her love passage was oozing lubricant. The nerves in her ass screaming, screaming. Finally, her right hand dropped, pulling this sexual toy out. Mary sat back on her haunches, breathing short rapid breaths. 

Trembling with anticipation, she reached over to relube this new toy. 

Rising on shaking legs, Mary once again inserted her sex toy and with the left hand massaged her clit, the fingers moving over the entire area. "Oh-h-h, GOD!" she groaned as she moved her fingers faster and faster over her aroused cunt. 

"Can't, can't, can't; don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," her mind said.

With her entire body and mind responding to this arousing stimuli, Mary, then withdrawing her toy, lay flat on her back and inserted that fake penis into her waiting, aching, lubricated love channel. "AHHHHH" she unconsciously screamed as her right hand plunged that desirable love tool again and again into her love channel. Her hips rose and fell until that body-produced climax caused her body to arch, lifting her hips far above the bed. "AHHH" she screamed over and over.

As the now exhausted over -stimulated sensual nerves ever so slowly calmed down, Mary turned on her side, clamping her legs together to hold that tantalizing love toy in her love passage. Having her love passage filled by that symbol of love felt S000 VERY GOOD. 

Her last thought,"Should I tell Mark , when he returns tomorrow, that I used his gifts if he asks? Oh, yes, I would say, but only because you weren't here. I much prefer YOUR personal tools." And, so on to sleep, the sleep of the physically, exhausted, and sensually satisfied body.

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Author's Note

Mary's night of new-found sensuality has drawn to a close. BUT, having found it, who knows what the future will bring. Will she repeat this stimulating, sensual encounter in the afternoons when she's home alone; will she awaken Mark in the middle of the night with her self-arousing orgasms; will Mary begin a class of "Discover your Sensuality" to like-minded women. Or will she just use the knowledge to enhance her and Mark's love life. Who knows.....

SENSUALITY

Part II What Mary Taught Ann 

One slow morning at work, one of Mary's co-workers said, "Mary, are you pregnant? There's a glow about you that I hadn't noticed before."

"Oh, no," chuckled Mary. "Impossible for me to be pregnant. I needed a hysterectomy several years ago."

"Well," persisted her co-worker, "what gives? Have you found a second lover?"

"NO WAY!!!-

. Mark does a superb job in the love-making department. A second lover isn't needed."

"All right," insisted her co-worker, "something different is happening. Give!!"

"O.K." said Mary. "How are you and you husband, Frank, doing in the love-making department?"

"He keeps me satisfied," replied Ann.

"Only satisfied? Not deliriously satisfied? Not passionately satisfied?" questioned Mary. "Can you come to my house after work?".

"We - e - l - l -l, I only have one at home now and she has a full time job. Sure, I'm free. Going to tell me your secret - perhaps a special exotic lotion or two?"

"Just wait," answered Mary

That afternoon, after the two gals had finished a light lunch at Mary's home, Mary began telling Ann what happened the night before Mark returned home. 

"You .mean, just rubbing your fingers over your body brought on a sexual desire? I DON'T believe it!" Ann said.

"Come upstairs. I'll show you, "replied Mary, heading for the stairs. Ann, her curiosity aroused, followed.

"First we remove our outer clothes, leaving bra and panties on," instructed Mary, which she preceded to do.

"WAIT!!!, said Ann in a forceful voice, "this isn't a girl to girl thing, is it?"

"No," laughed Mary, "not at all."

Soon, both Mary and Ann were lying on the bed. "Oh, let's have some relaxing music."

"Those drums don't sound too relaxing, Mary"

"Just wait, Ann, just wait. O.K. Now we begin. Take your hands, like so, curve the fingers. NOW - let them go in concentric circles on your belly. Don't stop. Keep going. That's it. Round and round, faster and faster; let the music be part of you." 

As Ann let the music relax, yet stimulate her, she did as Mary said, was doing; She kept her fingers dancing round and round on her belly. "O-h-h-h! This is stim-u-la-ting. My body! It's - it's reacting! O-h-h-h, I feel - I feel an ache in my clit!" Ann's breath began to quicken; her hips began undulating, faster and faster as she tried to unconsciously keep time to the drum beat. "Now what." gasped Ann.

"Move the fingers up the center of the body. Keep them circling just below your breasts,

like..... I'm..... doing. Feel the music."

"O-h-h-h, this is - this is umm" words failed Ann.

"I...know," Mary managed to say. "NOW - move them to your breasts. Circle - circle the breasts - up to the nipples. Oh, it's so hard to talk," she gasped, as her body undulated up and down with her hips moving in circles to the rhythmic beat of the drums.

"Orgasms! I'm having orgasms!" gasped Ann, between panting breaths.

"Don't panic," Mary also gasped. "Move your fingers down to your clit. Stimulate it! Don't stop! Keep going, going, going."

"A-H-H-H" came a guttural sound from Ann's throat, as she reached climax. "A-H-H-"

came the last long-drawn out sound as Ann suddenly relaxed while breathing heavily. "Oh-h, 

THAT felt good."

Mary also had climaxed and the two women just lay there, waiting for their beating hearts to return to normal as the music came to a stop.

When Mary felt calm again, she rose, went to her dresser, picked up her large hand mirror and brought it over to Ann. "Look," said Mary. 

"WOW and WOW! Look at my color. WOW! Ann said again. "This is it?"

"Not quite," laughed Mary. "There's more, but this is enough for now. While you're lying in bed waiting for Frank to finish his shower and etc., turn on stimulating music; let it become part of you; then let your fingers take over. You might even see if you have any other sensual areas. I just hope your Frank isn't an ‘old stick-in-the-mud.' type. Frank does do the ‘ummm' clit stimulating bit, doesn't he?" asked Mary hesitantly. 

"Oh, yes," replied Ann with a reminiscent smile, "he does do that. Maybe I'll use this lesson tonight."

That night while Ann was in bed waiting for Frank, her husband, to finish showering and shaving, she searched on the radio for some music with an appropriate beat. That done, she relaxed and let the music take hold. Soon, her fingers began circling on her belly - to bring back the memory of the afternoon's sensual lesson.. "Let's see if I can repeat it" thought Ann.

"First, I let the fingers dance in time to the music, just lightly touching the skin. My body remembers!" came the exhilarating thought. "O.K. up the center, o - h - h - h , how sensual this is. The breasts - stimulate, stimulate," Ann, by now was breathing in quick, shallow breaths as her hips moved up and down. "My clit, it's aching, just like this afternoon. No., I'll let it ache. I wonder if Frank is through. Other sensual areas . . . where . . . maybe my hips, my thighs - oh-h , the sensation. I didn't know they, too, could have a sensual feeling; it's so strong. Oh, I can feel my vagina, like ... it's filling with fluid. Frank, where are you." All these thoughts were flashing through Ann's mind as her body responded to the sensual stimulation of the music and of moving, dancing fingers. 

Frank, having finished showering and shaving, had begun to enter the bedroom when he suddenly stopped to watch his wife. His love tool, which had been short and limp, began to stiffen . "WOW! Is Ann sexy tonight" he thought as he watched her moving hands, her undulating body, heard her heavy breathing. 

Then he moved to the bed, bent over and began to nibble on the closest nipple while his hands began to caress her body. Sounds issued from Ann's throat as her body reacted even more to Frank's nibbling and caressing. Her hips moved up and down, faster and faster as her love channel became more lubricated, her clit even more demanding of attention. 

Frank moved his lips slowly down Ann's body which quivered at his touch, exciting Frank and encouraging him to widen the area of his sensual lip movement. Sounds of pleasure issued from Ann's throat as her body moved in response to this unusual stimulation. As Frank continued this mind-numbing sensuality, he inserted two fingers into her love channel, massaging, stimulating. "Oh, yes," breathed Ann, "Oh, yes."

Ann's hands moved down to her clit area, and spread the labia aside, exposing the aching, demanding clit. "Kiss it, kiss it," she gasped. 

"Geez, not only sexy but hot tonight," thought Frank, as he bent over her leg to kiss that enticing, delightful area. 

"O - h - h - h," moaned Ann. "Let - me - kiss - your prick."

"As soon as I'm on the bed but move over, my hot lover, " panted Frank as his breathing increased. 

He was soon straddling Ann, kissing her clit, finger stimulating her love channel, while Ann took his prick in her mouth, sucking it, inhaling it, massaging it with her tongue, grasping his love tool at the base, gently massaging his balls, and then moving down to take them in her mouth, all the while running her fingers up and down his oozing prick. 


Sensuality



Special thanks to my editor TRCIII.

*

You smell the lilacs and roses. Their sweet smell fills you. The only sounds you hear are the roar of the fire and his breathing. Slowly you feel the powerful arms wrap around your waist. You press up against him. The hot tongue feels magical on your cool neck. His hands gently start pulling at your nipples. His breath on your neck sends shock waves all over your body. You want to feel him, but you cannot. Your body is his to pleasure. His hands leave your nipples, only to embrace your face.

He slowly turns you around; your eyes start to open. You see before you the man that was in your dreams last night. Sensually he pulls your lips to his. The taste is sweet. His tongue gently goes in your mouth. Your knees weaken. His arms are now around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You are intoxicated by the scent, a gentle mixture of masculine—firewood burning and floral aromas. Your breath quickens, your heart races. His tongue is going slowly in and out of your mouth. You need his tongue elsewhere. Your pussy is aching to be touched.

Feeling your silent pleas he leads you to the red satin contoured bed. The material feels soft and comforting against your skin. Slowly you sit down as his tongue meets yours. Blissful.

Gently he lays you down on the bed; your mouths never part. You feel his warm, soft skin against your breasts. He brushes your hair from your face with sensual strokes. His mouth is slowly kissing your neck. He is savoring your sweet taste. Slowly he climbs on top of you. Your lips meet, again.

His fingers are tracing down your arms, across your shoulders, down to your breasts. He takes your left breast in his hand. Softly, he circles your breast till he reaches your nipple. He does not touch it. Instead he circles it with soft strokes. You are burning. You want him. 

Finally, his fingers meet at the tip of your nipple. Your body responds. The feeling is amazing. He senses your delight and gently circles your other breast. As his fingers meet on your nipple, you feel your juices start to flow. Delicately, he flicks his hot tongue on your hard, sensitive nipple. Your body responds, you arch your back, pressing your nipple harder into his mouth. He sucks conscientiously.

His hands move down your sides, feeling his grasp around your hips. His hands reach around to your ass, his mouth still tantalizing your nipples, his hands massaging your butt cheeks. He pulls his hands out from under you. He glides his hands over your hips. Yes, you know where he is going. Your body is waiting in anticipation.

His fingers meander across your upper thigh. Your breathing becomes quicker. A low moan escapes your lips. His mouth gently kisses over your stomach. Yes, that is it! His mouth and hands meet at your mound. His fingers dance on your skin. The anticipation is becoming unbearable. You close your eyes, letting the sensation transport you. His hands gently rest on your inner thighs. You can feel his hot breath on you. Slowly, he brushes his finger tips up your thigh, to...Yes! That is where you need him.

A gentle, cool blowing sensation transcends onto your outer lips. You feel his fingers creep on your outer lips. Methodically and delicately he pulls them apart. Once again the cool blowing sensation returns. This time it starts on your clit and continues down. With one of his fingers, he encircles your waiting hole. He lubes his finger up with your precious juices. Gently he rubs his finger up to your clit. The feeling is hypnotic. You don't want to move. This is a feeling you have never felt before.

Slowly he traces circles around your clit. With one firm push on your clit, he makes you scream in pleasure. His finger retreating, he blows gently on you. Your body wants him to enter you. For the first time, he plunges two fingers quickly into you. Not taking them out, he moves them in a circular motion. You feel the hardness of his fingers against your soft walls. He curls his finger tips towards your belly. Just as you are about to release, he removes them.

His tongue is slowly lapping up the juices that are flowing from you. In one quick flick he licks you from bottom to top. When he reached your clit, you think, 'How much more can I take?' His fingers enter you, again, this time in a fast rhythm. You arch your back, to feel him deeper in you. His tongue is flicking your clit in the same rhythm. Just as you are about to release violently, he stops.

You scream in defiance; your body needs to release. Then three fingers delve into your depths, his tongue is licking and flicking your clit. Over the edge you go. The fireworks within your body are so great you pass out.

When you awake, there he is, still in between your legs. 



Sensuality



Chapter 1 - A Manicure and much more

Helene's Story

I was on top of the world metaphorically and physically. In my hand I fingered my first pay slip as 'Assistant Executive Secretary' to Mr. Hetherington. After four years in the typing pool -- that terribly nondescript open-plan area with no windows -- I now had my own small office on the fourteenth floor, a panoramic vista to the south of the city and the ocean, and a key to the female senior staff rest room...

The intercom buzzed. "Miss Marsden, may I see you for a moment?"

Miss Hammond, my superior and secretary to the managing director, had been firm but direct in her dealings as she oriented me in my responsibilities, finally placing a thick 'Employee Manual' in my trembling hand. I wondered what she wanted now.

"So, how does it feel, seeing a three figure reward for your first fortnight up here?" she smiled at me encouragingly, leaning back in her executive chair.

"I was just thinking, 'on top of the world'. Those years down there grinding away in the 'pool', night school studies, and finally my business degree," I pointed to the view from her window. "The fourteenth floor, and this."

"Hmm. What are your commitments . . ." Then, she threw up her hands and said, "Oh, look, this seems too stuffy, me here and you the other side of the desk. Let's go and have a coffee in the sitting room."

The executive sitting room was normally reserved for the managing director, chief executive officer and important company visitors, but other staff on this floor had access provided it wasn't being used or required by these 'higher ups'.

I stirred a thick dob of cream into the cup which had been set before me by a neatly attired pantry maid and grinned at my 'boss', "I'll be able to afford more nice coffees, clothes, makeup."

"Miss Marsden . . . Oh," she frowned, "I can call you Helene here, and please, when we're off duty, as it were, call me Gertrude." 

"Thank you." I nodded my agreement, but was a little surprised by this sudden easy familiarity from someone who in the beginning had seemed unapproachable. 

"Now, Helene, you realize that a certain standard of dress is required by someone in your position. I'm not suggesting that what you've worn to date isn't excellent or appropriate, but you might think about expanding your wardrobe so that you can 'ring the changes' throughout the week."

"Yes," I said, "that's the first on my agenda. The next item is splurging on a nice hair-do. Do you mind me asking where you have yours done?"

"I'm not sure if . . ." She pondered briefly, "They're expensive, but after the first two or three visits you receive a 'Valued Customer' card which gives you some special perquisites."

"How expensive?" I asked tentatively. She named a figure and I winced.

"I know what I'll do," she added, seeing my alarm. "I'll recommend you, I've been going there for ages now. Maybe they'll give you a special deal."

"I had thought of treating myself, you know, cut, shampoo and set, a facial and a manicure."

"Well, if you plan on having all that done you could take their 'Starter Package'. It includes them all and you'd get your card straight away."

We talked for another half hour on the enjoyment she found from her regular visits to this salon. Then it was time to catch up with the pile of incoming emails which I knew the managing director would be sending from the conference.

"Oh," I suddenly thought, "Miss Hamm.... Gertrude, you haven't told me the name of the place."

"Sorry, Helene. I really did get carried away singing their praises, didn't I? It's 'UniSexSensuality', just around the corner from here, you can't miss it and," she paused at the door to her office and smiled at me, "their coffee is really great."

As I walked out of the building three hours later, instead of making straight for the bus station, my footsteps seemed to be attracted 'around the corner' to see what this place with the intriguing name was like.

The frontage was of smoke-tinted thick plate glass with the logo in silver leaf 'UniSexSensuality' and beneath it 'A WORLD OF PLEASURE IN YOUR HEAD'. But the first letter of the "IN" was the Greek letter Phi... that circle with the vertical line through it seemed out of place... then my brain clicked into gear... 

 A WORLD OF PLEASURE IN/ON YOUR HEAD'. 

At that moment an impeccably suited hairdresser, wearing charcoal bellbottoms and a flared lavender toned jacket, popped her head around the door. "You're admiring our sign. You're about the tenth person this afternoon," she smiled.

"Actually, I'm thinking of coming in."

"Well, come on in, you can sit and relax in comfort while you think instead of getting sore feet on that hot pavement. I'm Monica by the way."

I had noticed the embroidered name in deep purple on her jacket, but as she offered her hand to me I responded. "Helene Marsden. You're right. The pavement is hot . . . after working in air-conditioned comfort all day."

I walked across the black and white chequered tile floor to a plush leatherette settee. Monica handed me a smartly formatted brochure with the salon logo on the top and a dozen high class photos of customers enjoying the various services they offered here.

"Were you interested in anything specific, Helene?"

"I've just spent the first fortnight in my recently promoted position and I was considering a splurge, you know, maybe something like 'the works'. Cut, shampoo and set, facial and a manicure."

"Mmm. sounds adventurous. Would you like a coffee while we talk?"

"Just a small one, white and one sugar please." I scanned the brochure while Monica busied herself at the small coffee machine in the corner. The aroma tantalized my nostrils and when at last she set the fine china cup in front of me, I inhaled hungrily. "That smells divine." I sipped, "it tastes even better, I could get high on this!"

She chuckled. "It's our own special brand, from Columbia. Of course they do have some other very special things there you really can get high on."

"Like coca -- cocaine, and don't they have a cactus, pey-something?"

"Mmm. Peyote, a real mind bender, but don't worry," she said, pointing to my cup, "that's just coffee."

"I suppose now I've drunk your coffee I get the high powered sales pitch?"

Monica looked at me in mock horror. "Helene!" She took my hand in hers and her touch was gentle, seductive almost. I'd never been 'turned on' by a woman or had the slightest leaning in that direction but here I was wondering what it would be like.

"No sales pitch is necessary here, Helene. We stand, sit, or lie on our reputation. I have the feeling that someone told you about 'UniSexSensuality', am I right?"

"Right on. Miss Hammond."

"Oh our Gertie! She's one of our oldest customers . . . I mean she's been coming here for about five years now."

"She is, I suppose, rather on the oldish side."

"True, but in some ways even at fifty-five she has the vivacity of a twenty year old. Have you noticed that?"

In the time I'd had to observe my superior on the fourteenth floor the description 'clicked'. Gertrude Hammond exuded a freedom bordering on the sensual, power-suited as an executive secretary she might be, but she came across as all woman and I had noticed that even younger men responded to her in that way.

I nodded slowly. "I wonder how she does it. I hope when I'm her age . . ."

"That's a long way ahead, Helene. Remind me what you were thinking about just now, out there on the pavement?"

"I guess the 'phi' grabbed all my attention. I did some Greek, Plato and Aristotle. I think Plato's ruminations on what is reality are interesting: what we see, is it there, or are we just experiencing it . . . seeing the figures in the cave and all that."

"Yes, what is sensation, sensory experience, and what is real. Does it bother you, not knowing what you feel, maybe feeling something your mind tells you is there, or even your mind telling you it is not there, 'ignore this -- it's not happening'?"

"I guess I've come to accept -- after those rather boring business studies -- that what we can measure, package, write down on paper is a kind of reality. But that doesn't account for feelings."

"You're so right, Helene. So how do you feel about here? Do you get any vibes? Is the ambience right for you?"

"We -- ell, I'll tell you that when you tell me how what I want equates with what's in my fortnightly pay packet."

"It sounds to me as if you'll want a whole lot done. Hmm. we can put together a package out of this for you. You could have the manicure today, that's if you have time now, then we'll book you for the remainder on another day. How's that?"

"How much?"

Monica named a figure which was a little below what I'd expected. "And you'd go straight on to our VC card. Customers such as you add a certain cachet to our business. I can say to folk 'oh did you know that Miss so-and-so comes to us for her treatments'."

It was all sounding a little unreal to me, but I knew I wouldn't find a better deal anywhere else, and if Miss Hammond regularly patronized this 'UniSexSensuality' salon who was I to quibble or argue? So I pulled out my purse and started to count banknotes.

"No Helene, we'll invoice you and you can pay at the end of the month, now what say we get your manicure under way?"

The chair was one of those you just seem to ooze into, but it also had inbuilt massage pads and a little console so you could adjust things to your maximum comfort. As Monica took my hand she pointed to the controls. "Slip your high heels off and rest your feet. That blue one will massage your arches and I guess your calves could so with some gentle work, the green one. Lean back and relax, you can try out the others as you get accustomed to things."

I felt as if I was floating away, the soft upholstery, Monica's soft touch on my right hand and fingers, the fruity aroma of the solvent as she removed old lacquer.

"Would you like another coffee, Helene? It might help you stay awake, you were drifting off there into never land," Monica chuckled.

"Mmm. I do feel rather dreamy and this chair is heaven, but the background music just seems to infuse life into me, it's quite a contrast of perceptions."

"I'm glad you like it. Now, Lee-Anne will put your coffee on your right, and there's a straw to drink it through. I don't want you spoiling those beautiful nails. Let's look at this other hand. The ring?"

"A friendship ring. Tom and I met at the works party. He's in marketing. He seems to be very serious about me so far."

I gave myself over to Monica's ministrations, lulled by the gentle movements of the massage pads. The flavour of the coffee was something like I'd never tasted. It didn't only keep one awake, it seemed to put an edge on all the nerve endings of the body.

. . . 'Tingle in your fingers' . . . I couldn't think from where that line came into my head but the work being done on my hands, fingers and nails set me aglow not only down there, but right up my arms . . .

"Hey, wake up sleepy head, you're done." 

Monica's friendly voice roused me from what felt like a deep slumber. I glanced at my watch. Six thirty gone! I must have registered shock and amazement.

"My bus..."

"You're on public transport? Hey, don't worry. From the address you gave me I can drop you off. Now Helene, we can schedule your hair appointment and facial for Monday. Will five o'clock do for you again? We'd probably be finished by seven thirty, eight at the latest?"

"That late? Maybe I could get Tom to call here for me."

Later, when Monica dropped me outside the block of flats where I lived, I ran over the sequence of events which had occurred in the last two hours. That coffee, it tasted so wonderful, it seemed it had lifted me to another plane of awareness. And Monica, I was not attracted to her really, but she appeared to be able to make me aware of some tactile realities I'd missed. I'd never felt the touch of another person setting my whole upper limb aglow. 

There was so much I remembered and the recollection engendered a need. There was an emptiness in me as if I wanted more. Then arriving back here driven by Monica in her snazzy red Porsche... had I really given her my address? That I couldn't remember, but that coffee!

* * *

Monica's Story

Helene had obviously enjoyed her experience, especially the 'topping' -- my taking her home in my latest acquisition. Working at UniSexSensuality had proved not only enjoyable for me but profitable. On my return to the salon I sat down at the computer, opened the new file and finalized the details we had obtained:

Name: Helene Marsden, Single 24 Contact: G Hammond Visit 1 4 February 5 -- 6.30pm Manicure Sensualize Dose: 2 x 50milligrams Narcotisation 30 minutes 5ft 6in tall Hips 34 Waist 29 Bust 36D Bush auburn, thick Virgin Partial Hymen, vestibule obscured, vagina entered 2 centimeters Lift given: 1 x 30milligram Arousal

"Sensualize" was the peculiar additive which made our coffee taste so superb, but it also had the effect of making the subjects suggestible, removing moral restraints so that they were openly responsive to any sexual activity. At the conclusion they would only remember the enjoyable sensations of the experience, but not what was actually done, or by whom where.

Helene did not realize it, but she had enjoyed a 30 minute snooze while we carried out our investigations of her lovely young body and it was during this period she had volunteered me so much information. 

With that beautiful body she was not only a virgin and completely untried, she was so far very much a sexual 'babe', never having even skirted the pleasurable paths and experiences which existed in the 'woods' between her thighs.

We always tried to give our clients a "Lift" by sending them home with another 'souvenir' of their visit to UniSexSensuality, This was of course the tiny Arousal capsule placed high in their vagina at the end of the procedure they had enjoyed. The results when followed up were always most "illuminating"!

It had been an experience for me to see how quickly she had surrendered to the subtle influences of our background music after being dosed. I could picture her now, lying in her bed, reliving the experience of the last two hours while the gel coating on the 'Arousal' capsule in her vagina dissolved. By now it would be releasing its powerful constituents onto the sensitive lining of her little tunnel and coursing through her bloodstream.

I looked at the clock. Eight pm. She'd said it was her intention to be in bed by this time. So far, she had said, the vibrator Tom had given her had sat in the drawer of her bedside table, hardly used, other than tentatively stimulating her nipples. Now, I pictured her lying there, the drug running through the tracts of her brain, finding the 'X' centre and triggering all those parasympathetic responses which make us sexual beings.

The phone beside the computer rang and I lifted it. 

"Monica, how did you go, did she attend?"

"On the dot of five Gertie. She's lovely. It will be heaven working with her."

"Did she enjoy the coffee, how far did you get with her?"

"Oh, she loved it, took two 'small' ones. We were able to do a full exam on her, other than the vaginal measurements, the marvelous little love button is just screaming to be pressed. She has a partial hymen, no real problem, but I'm sure that is being attended to right now."

"By the boy friend?"

"No, he gave her a six by three quarter inch vibrator a while back. It's pretty well still untried, but I think the Arousal capsule will be quietly doing its work."

"Mmm. It will be interesting to talk to her on Monday when I see her at the office."

"Oh, Gertie we have her booked down for the facial and a cut, shampoo and set for Monday at five. Do you think she could have an early?"

"I'll let her off at four thirty. That will give you more time and I'll be able to join you."

"We'll see you then. Goodnight."

* * *

Helene's Story:

The whole experience of the past two hours had been superb for me. My mind was in a twist trying to put superlatives to how I had felt, that wonderful coffee, like nothing I had ever tasted, the gentle humming massaging of my feet and calves, my whole torso teased by the chair, and Monica's touch, those tingling feelings right up to my shoulders. I shuddered with pleasure at the memory as I undressed and readied myself for bed.

Tom had offered to come around tonight but I had fobbed him off for once. I thought that the demands of my first couple of weeks in the new job would have drained me, but now this evening I regretted it.

For some reason, and I couldn't understand why, I was starting to feel damp between my legs. I put my hand down there and discovered that the crotch of my pyjama pants was soaking. Along with the dampness was another sensation, as if my pubic area was crying out to be touched. 

I'd hardly used the vibrator Tom had given me. Not only did it seem a 'mechanical' way of enjoying sexual feelings, but my country upbringing and my staid - almost Quaker-ish mother's views in regard to such matters had been a barrier to such explorations.

Guiltily I slid open the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out the long black plastic cylinder. A slight turn of the base had it humming gently. I jumped at the feeling as it touched my tummy, then I gingerly slid it closer to my curly auburn forest. 

The messages from the spot between my legs were now deafening so, taking my courage and the vibrator in my two hands, I edged it closer to the furrow between my outer lips. By now I discovered that I was moaning with the pleasurable sensations it was creating down there. 

Almost of its own volition the tip moved like a guided missile to the little opening where my monthly discharge came from, then it was pressing against the narrow orifice, pressing, pressing, and pressing, until I felt as if someone had slid a knife down my private parts.

Now the vibrator slid into me easily. Deeper, ever deeper, into the slick tunnel which I'd only seen so far in books on girls' education. My insides now seemed to be revolving with the buzz and my moans were turning to grunts and groans as muscles I never knew I had inside clenched and relaxed.

'Tingling in your fingers . . .' the line came back to me but now the tingling was all around my pubic area, the whole lower part of my tummy was shivering and fluttering with excitement and moisture was dripping out of me. Still I needed more . . .

I turned the base around further and almost leaped off the bed as the buzzing intensified and a new sensation gripped me. Two images jostled for attention in my mind: in one I was hanging by my fingertips at the edge of a cliff, in the other I had been strapped onto a rocket sled and someone's finger was hovering over the 'Fire!' button . . .

In an ecstatic moment I let go and the rocket fired. First I was heading down, drowning in a tumultuous whirlpool of sensual pleasure, dizzying sensations swirling around me, then, just as if it seemed my feet would touch the bottom I shot out, broke surface and screamed upwards through a kaleidoscope of flashing lights toward the stars . . .

And I screamed.

When I eventually stopped screaming I just lay there. The vibrator was still deep inside me, its high pitched buzz audible in the sudden quiet. The bed linen was soaked and there was a soreness high up between my legs. 

Had I done all this? How come I'd even had the courage to put it down there? Even more, to push it inside me. Maybe that was what the soreness was?

Somehow I now felt different, very different. I knew that if Tom had been with me now I'd have no inhibitions about him unfastening the buttons of my blouse, reaching behind me to unclip my bra then removing it and caressing my breasts. I shuddered with anticipation at the thought. Tom had wanted to do that a number of times but I'd called a halt. But I wondered also if, as I felt now, I'd let him go 'all the way' with me, letting him take off my knickers too and . . .




Sensuality



Change the sheets . . . then I noticed the spot of blood around where my bottom had been. With the vanity mirror from my handbag held between my legs I examined myself. Instead of a tiny ragged oval where my hymen had been, a gaping hole had been opened up by the shaft of the vibrator. 

The buzzing plastic toy had felt so good as it filled me. What would it feel like to have a man in there? That was the foremost thought in my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Gertrude and Jared check up

Gertrude's Story

I was eager to hear from Helene's own lips more details of her Friday night experiences. Calling her into my office to pass on her duties for the day gave me the perfect opening. She certainly looked different. She had a glow which I knew was due to a newly discovered level of sensation and sexuality. Monica had done a good job on the manicure, but that ring she was wearing worried me.

"Now, Helene I want these feedback forms from the conference collated and bound before Simon has his meeting at two o'clock, and you will need to check over the billing of attendees, most have paid us but one or two need a reminder." 

I knew that would keep her busy for at least two hours. The reminder was to fill in the morning."

"Yes Miss Hammond, I'll get onto it straight away."

I waited until she had her hand on the door knob, "That manicure looks good, did you enjoy yourself on Friday night?"

"Oh that place is such a delight, thank you for mentioning it to me."

"And the coffee?"

"You were not wrong there either. I had two small cups, delicious." Helene frowned. "That Monica though, she's not, you know . . ."

"You mean a lesbian? Oh no. I guess you were just overcome by her gentle touch. She has lovely hands, doesn't she."

"Mmm. She took me home in her Porsche." Helene appeared to be considering whether to share something else with me and I waited expectantly. "I don't know, I'm not sure if you can help me Miss Hammond."

"Yes?"

"On Friday night, after I got home. I felt kind of hot, really hot and wet." I nodded. "Down there," she pointed to her crotch, "an-and I had a sudden urge to try out the vibrator my boy friend had given me." A flush was rising on her face.

"Mmm a vibrator. Had you used one before?"

She shook her head violently. "N-no. Mum was very strict with us. She said things like that were 'dirty'. B-but I turned it on and after a while I got it inside me, right inside there." Again her hand pointed. By now she was scarlet with embarrassment

"Did it feel good Helene, on a scale of one to ten?" I said softly

Suddenly she chuckled. "Oh good, five hundred!"

"But Helene, why do you need my help?" I knew why, but I wanted to draw this out and hear all the succulent details. "If you . . ."

"I hurt myself, a bit, down there." She wriggled her hips experimentally. "When I walk at the moment it feels a bit raw."

"Helene, you've never had a boy touch you there, have you?"

"No. Never."

"Do you know about the 'hymen'? It's like a thin cover to your vagina, the birth passage."

"Was that what broke? It felt as if a knife had cut me, but soon after that the vibrator slid right inside. Ohhhh it was so beautiful Miss Hammond."

"Helene," I said quietly, "that was your climax, the top of the world feeling for a woman, an orgasm. All your nerves, muscles and sensations kind of coalesce and are compressed into that absolute 'high' you felt on Friday night."

"B-but do you think I should see a doctor, it is rather sore?"

"Well, the soreness will go away in a day or so. You might be able to use a healing cream." I caught her attention. "Helene."

"Yes Miss Hammond?"

"You should see a doctor about something else though, contraception. You need to start on the 'pill'. If you or your boyfriend loses control you could easily end up pregnant!"

"And I th-think, no, I'm sure. I could so easily lose control."

"Look, I'll phone Doctor Martin the company doctor." I glanced at my watch. "I'm sure he'll see you in half an hour. Get on with that work now, but wait for my call."

* * *

"Jared, are you busy?"

"Gertie, you know I'm never too busy for you my dear. What would you like?"

"I have a new little cherub for you, stage 0. First visit on Friday."

"And who initiated her may I ask?

"Monica, at the salon. A manicure and the what have you."

"Mmm lucky Monica. I wish I had been there for the 'what have you'. Where is she now Gertie, physiologically I mean, has there been any progress?"

"You'll find her details on the web site. She went home with 30mg of Arousal in her virgin tunnel. Ended up using a vibrator and climaxing for the very first time.

"Mmm lucky vibrator, and?"

"I'm sending her down to you for your delectation Jared, but whatever else you do, please put her on the pill. I want this cherub around for a long time. She's my assistant up here."

"And lucky you! I see what you mean. The last one of yours we started on was screwed unprotected by boy friend and two months later she was pregnant. At least he took her off our hands, but that really screwed up our training program for her. All that effort, wasted!"

"Jared, she's a, well, almost total innocent. Treat her carefully, won't you?"

"My dear Gertrude. I shall be the gentlest of vaginal invaders. A few surreptitious squirts of 'Joy' around her little unattended love box and she will be melting under my heated gaze."

"Jared! Stop it! You're getting me hot now, and I have to be with Simon in a few minutes." The man always knew how he could get me started even by just talking on the phone.

"Ah but Gertrude, think of the joys Simon can raise you to while you lift your skirts and lean over that massive oak desk of his, your beautiful derriere smiling at him while he drives for a hole in one, or two holes in two."

I shuddered at well remembered delights. "Oh Jared, I wish! Simon's driver got overexposed on the weekend, and I don't mean on the golf course or sunbathing! He was screwing three new contacts, 'stuck-up broads' he called them."

"I guess he must be running out of coffee by now. Tell him I'll replenish his personal supply this afternoon."

"Thank you Jared. And the cherub, do enjoy her, won't you."

* * *

Jared's Story

I took a few moments to check the details on the web site before calling her. Monica had done a good job in the brief time available. Gertrude had provided an update from what Helene had told her this morning about the bedtime escapade.

Arousal level: High after returning home, Lift: effective to first ever orgasm Solo vibrator play, hymen ruptured, Vagina: complete entry

Visit2 7th February To be seen by Doctor Martin

My efforts at Visualizing this 34-29-36 virgin didn't prepare me very well for the tall, auburn vision which entered the consulting room five minutes after my phone call. She entered uncertainly. Immediately I picked up the impression of untried innocence.

"Doctor Martin, Miss Hammond said. . ."

I took her hand and clasped it briefly, the lingering contact allowing the pheromone impregnated cream to transfer itself to her palm. "Jared please, and you are Miss Marsden, would you mind if I use your first name?"

"No, that will be fine."

"Helene. Hmm your namesake. Wasn't Paris fortunate: the 'face that launched a thousand ships'."

"Oh, you mean Helen of Troy!" she chuckled, "but the thousand ships were an invasion force, to claim back the wife Menelaus had lost."

I smiled at her. "It seems that we both know our classics. Now Helene, what can I do for you. Miss Hammond said you wanted to talk about a 'problem'." She coloured beautifully, a picture of embarrassed innocence. It would be a joy raising a sensual flush on that finely sculpted face.

"I-I have two, we-ell problems really. Last night I used a vibrator for the first time," she lowered her gaze to somewhere near the floor, "and I pushed it into me rather hard and deep." It seemed to be a good time to assuage the guilt she was feeling and after a dose she would be more relaxed and cooperative.

"Oh, look I was just going to have a coffee, would you like one too, then we can talk more deeply about this?"

"Thank you. Coffee, the two cups I had on Friday night at the salon tasted divine." She drank in the aroma as my 'nurse' put the two cups before us. "Is it Columbian?"

I nodded. "A special blend which I mix up myself. Maybe it's not quite on a par with what you had at the salon."

She sipped. "Tastes good."

Although the flavour was slightly different it contained the usual dose of Sensualize and another adjunct had been added to my visitor's cup, namely ten milligrams of Arousal.

"Now Helene, tell me how did it feel, using the vibrator? Was it unpleasant, did it hurt you?"

"Oh no doctor Martin, it was so wonderful!" Her face was starting to take on a hint of that glow I expected.

"But?"

"I kind of, well, split myself down there, I was pushing really hard and something felt as if it popped open. Miss Hammond said it was my hymen."

"She's probably right Helene." I nodded again. "I take it you have never, shall we say, been with a boy, you've never been touched by anyone 'down there'."

"Oh no. We were rather isolated on the farm and mum and dad were very strict as to who we saw. Mum would have thrashed me if she'd heard even a whisper of something like this!"

"And being 'touched down there' now?"

"Oh I want to know what it feels like, with a man, with the right person putting his, putting himself inside me," she nodded as if deciding on something, "That's my other problem - I don't want to get pregnant in the knowing."

"By the way," I smiled at her, pursing my lips, "when that something 'popped' last night, did you hear the music?"

"Music? All I could hear was the vibrator buzzing and my moaning."

"Ah, I thought with your classical knowledge you might have heard the singing, the 'Hymeneal Chant'."

"No. What's that?"

"It was a song the Greek maidens sang to the bride on her wedding night as they led her to the marriage bed and prepared her for the bridegroom to pluck her cherry."

"I've heard girls call something 'the cherry' but," she looked puzzled.

"Finished that coffee? Let's get you undressed and on the examination table. Do you want nurse to come in while I examine you?"

"Oh no," she chuckled, "I think it will be exciting having a man look up my legs now. I don't feel embarrassed at all."

To preserve a modicum of professional etiquette I directed her to the changing room and waited while she divested herself of the smart looking business suit. Meanwhile I lifted the cover from my tray of instruments and set up the video camera and monitor, slipping a blank DVD disk into the recorder.

"I'm ready doctor, I mean Jared."

"Right, up on that table with your lovely little body." That brought forth another giggle of mirth. "You'll note that we have a camera and there's a monitor that you can watch. You'll be able to see everything I'm doing on the monitor screen. You don't mind me recording this session, for research purposes of course?"

For a moment I thought she might refuse, she had bit her lip and was frowning. 

"Oh, no, it's alright. It's just that this table isn't a feather bed."

To set her at ease I first took my stethoscope and listened to her chest, but even that slight touch between her breasts was sufficient to set the nipples peaking. She gave little 'oh' of surprise as I moved to another spot.

"Is that bothering you Helene, I'll stop if it is."

"No, it feels a bit, mmm yummy, and tingly," she laughed "Tingly on my tits, but mum would have washed my mouth out with soap if I'd dared to use that word."

"You have lovely looking 'tits' Helene, I think they're just crying out to be tingled. I ran my hand gently around the fullness of one, circled the areola and finally tweaked the standing nipple. "Now," I picked up a small glass tube with thin rubber tubing and two wires coming out of one end, "this is a suction electrode, it helps us and you to learn how sensitive those titty tips are, how much you can feel. Would you like to try it?"

"P-please Jared . . . but it won't hurt me, will it?" 

"No. You just tell me if it feels too strong."

By now the Arousal had kicked in to maximum effect. I had half an hour remaining with this little angel to treat her and myself to many delights. I gave the suction control knob a fraction of a turn and her erect rosy nipple was pulled into the tube. The lights glowed on the stimulator panel as I slowly inched the intensity up. One, she gave a small jump as the first feeling hit her, two, now up to three. This elicited 'oh's' of pleasure, then I altered the rhythm to rising waves with a tiny jab at the crest.

"Oh Jared, that's feels so wooonderful. It's those little pin-pricks, they are sending me crazy."

"Would you like me to treat your other titty as well?"

"Oh please, please."

It was the work of a moment to fit another tube, then the stimulation was set to oscillate between one nipple and the other. "Oh Jared," she giggled, "It feels like its dancing across my chest and boobies." I fitted the stirrups to the table and she frowned. "What are they for Jared?"

"We call them stirrups. A bit like horse riding, to spread your legs apart while you lie there on your back."

"Mmm, exciting, so now I'm going to have a man look up my legs, is that it?"

"Yes, me." Under my breath I added, 'and with a lovely little twat like yours it's going to be exciting for me.' 

"C-can I see what's down there Jared?"

I moved the camera on its stand to zero in on the centre of her vulva. "Now my beautiful dear, this is what they call your 'cherry', see how rosy red it is." I slid up the hood and pinched her clit gently between my fingers and she jumped.

"Mmm. I guess cherry picking is exciting for your guys, it seems rather sensitive."

"We'll find out how sensitive in a few minutes. Can you see that ragged opening, the edge is your hymen that you broke last night. Before we finish here I'll put some soothing cream on it because it looks rather sore."

"It is, and thanks. What now?"

"I want to look inside you, see how big you are." I fitted the electro speculum together and lubed it up nicely. "I'm going to slide this into your vagina, but first," I picked up the pressure pack of 'Joy' and sprayed the whole area of her vulva.

"Oo Jared that feels so-oo c-cold!"

"Is it getting better?" I knew that as the cooling wore off the chemical would cross the skin barrier and she would feel less pain from any invasion I might make. "I'm putting this in now, watch, how does it feel?"

"Ugh, it feels a bit filling as if I'm spreading out down there, but it's pleasant, a bit tingly."

I'd adjusted the stimulation so that it was just below contraction level and pushed the speculum right into the depths of her tunnel until I could see the cervix. "Now Helene, we'll find how big you are."

"Five feet six, one hundred and twenty pounds. Oh, you mean in there? The vibrator is about three quarters of an inch."

I'd already spread the leaves of the instrument more than that and it had registered one and a quarter inches before she started clenching. Leaving it inside her, spread and locked at that measurement, I picked up the other probe.

"Helene, I'm just going to feel inside your other hole, is that o.k.?"

"Mmm. That sounds a bit naughty Jared, but you can go ahead. With your finger do you mean?"

"Yes," I held up my gloved and well lubed index finger, "and this." In my other hand was the tapered black bipolar anal electrode.

"Jared! Will all that fit inside me? Please, I'm frightened Jared." The Joy seemed to be wearing off and I knew I would have to hurry so I gave her pudenda another squirt. "Ow! It's that cold feeling again Jared."

"Watch Helene, and breathe slowly and deeply," I'd set the vaginal stimulation now to a level which masked any pain in her rear. "That's right. Gently does it." the amazement on her face as she saw and felt the probe tip touch her pucker, then slide inside, slowly stretching her ring was something I would always remember."

"Oh Jared, it feels as if there's a hand inside me, stroking me right up and down, it's heavenly."

"We're nearly finished with the examination Helene, but first I'd like to test a few of your responses." There wasn't time to wire her up completely, that would be a pleasure to come later. "You don't mind needles do you, three tiny pricks?"

She bit her lip again. "I'll be brave, go ahead."

If she'd been in a fully conscious state, in full possession of all her alerts, what I did now would have had her leaping off the bed and tearing out through the door, naked or not.

Lifting the three 26 gauge needle electrodes form their bed of sterile fluid I inserted one longitudinally into her clitoris then one on either side into her labia minora and clipped the three electrode leads to the needle points. Slowly I manipulated the controls, flicking a glance from the meter indicators to her nubile and so far relaxed body.

She let out a tiny squeal. "Oh Jared, Jared what's that? Ooo! I can feel such a delicious tickling down there." I saw her glance at the monitor. "Jared! You've stuck needles in my bits down there I can't believe it, but it feels so good."

Slowly I inched the intensity higher. By now her clitoris was twice its normal size, glistening with her juices. No longer relaxed, the muscles around her vestibule were pumping in sympathy with the rising pulses. I saw the first trembling flutter cross the planes of her abdomen. "Can you take more Helene, or are you going to explode?"

She caught her breath as the contractions gripped her, making her thrust against the intrusions in her vagina and rectum. "There's only half an inch of fuse left before this rocket takes o-off Ohhhhh!" She screamed and at that moment squirted a real gusher.

As she came down I turned all the equipment off, removing the needles, the speculum and the anal probe, then I turned off the suction and released her beautifully teased out nipples from their prison.

She looked down at them as I did this. "Oh Jared, w-would you mind s-sucking them. I think it would feel so nice."

"Helene, that would not be very professional of me . . ."

"To hell with professionalism! I've just been in heaven!" she cried angrily, "suck them Jared!"

And I did.



Sensuality



Mark relaxed on the love seat facing the fireplace while Mary sat on the fuzzy rug and leaned against Mark's legs. Ah - h - h. This was relaxation: enjoying the crackling of the fire, drinking their favorite flavored coffee, and good music. 

After a bit, Mark began to lightly run his hand over the top of Mary's hair - just barely touching that soft mass. Into Mary's relaxed mind came a subtle, sensuous, familiar tingling. 

For a while she just enjoyed this added feeling until the rest of her body began to take notice. And she was feeling rather warm from the heat of the fire. Off came the sweater. With the hand not holding the coffee cup, Mary subconsciously began the circular movement over bare skin and then over the wisp of a bra covering her enticing, full-rounded breasts. 

Into Mark's subconscious (he had been very relaxed) came the subtle movement of his beloved. HEY!!! And he was overly warm, also. Off came the sweater and then the shirt. 

Putting the now empty coffee cup on the end table, he sat down on the fuzzy rug beside Mary. Carefully removing the coffee cup from her hand, he put it beside his. Mary's attention came to ‘ALERT'. "You stopped!!!"

Mark: "I stopped WHAT?"

Mary: "You were making the top of my head tingle. What a delightful feeling. I didn't know my scalp could be sensuous."

Mark: "Let me think. What was I doing. Oh..... I was lightly, ever so lightly just barely touching your hair. You mean - that was it?"

Mary: "WOW!!! the top of my head; it's still tingling. Let me try your head. Yes? No?"

Mark: "I can feel you touching my hair, but well.....I'm concentrating. Try it sometime when I'm relaxed and not expecting it. One of the men at work is bald, lost his hair early. He did mention that when his wife rubs her fingers lightly over his head - EXCITING, STIMULATING."

By now, Mary's feet in their warm socks were feeling too warm. Crossing her left leg over the right, she began removing that sock when Mark reached over and pulled it off. With an impish glint, he ran his fingers over the bottom of Mary's foot. SURPRISE!!! Instead of jerking her foot away as he was expecting, she let it stay put and then Mark heard a sound much like the purring of a contented cat. 

"WHAT? First her head and now her foot! Was there no part that wasn't sensuous on this wife of his" was Mark's thought. "From the top of her head to the soles of her feet - even her forehead, elbows, and knees," for he had watched his love mate run her fingers over those three when he, many times, had stood in the bathroom door watching her. WOW!!! ONE HOT, SENSUOUS WOMAN - and she was his!!!!!

Very quickly, the rest of Mark's clothes joined the sweater and shirt. Then, very slowly with loving hands, he removed Mary's lacy bra, ski pants and sexy panties. They slid down onto the rug. Resting on one arm he just as slowly and very lightly moved his fingertips once again over Mary's hair and then to her face where his fingers lightly traced over her forehead, temples, her cheeks. As Mary felt those sensitive stimuli, she moved her head to prolong those delightful sensations that every part of her face was feeling.

As Mark moved his fingers tracing her sensitive chin, then her collar bone, then down one beautiful arm to her loving hand, back up the arm, leaving tantalizing nerves behind, her whole body was reacting to this highly pleasing sensory stimulus. With all the sensory nerves sending this exciting message, Mary's body moved back and forth over the fuzzy rug seeking more, more of that delightful, exquisite stimulating touch. 

When Mark reached over to arouse the senses in her other arm, her whole body quivered in ecstasy. Her face, collar bone, arms - oh, the ecstatic tingling, tingling. 

All this time Mark heard the soft, rapid purring sound from his beloved. 

As his free hand lightly touch each breast, he stopped to gently, slowly flick his tongue over and around one aroused nipple and doing the same to the other one, slowly back and forth

savoring the reactions of his beloved. 

Mark was vaguely aware of soft hands gently touching his hair, ears, the nape of his neck, his forehead, his shoulders, his back, sides - and then back up to his head. If he could purr, he felt he, too, would be purring. 

"Oh!" thought Mark, "I've just begun. There's enough to keep me loving for hours." And this is what he did, even to those beautiful knees and darling feet.

His finger tips, just lightly touching Mary's skin, made circles over her feet, first one and then the other. Then they began circling faster and faster up her legs and over those beautiful knees. All this time, the purring sound kept issuing over and over from his darling's throat as the top part of her body kept moving back and forth over the rug. Her eyes were closed as she experienced such loving bliss. 

The sensuous movement of Mary's body and the intoxicating sound of her delight in response to the stimuli of his sensitive fingers, stimulated Mark as never before. His whole being was directed to prolonging this out-of-world sensation.

Gently turning his soul mate on her side, Mark's sensitive circling fingers and sensitive tongue started over at those little rounded heels, going back and forth over each, then slowly up one calf and then the other to that sensitive area behind her knees. The purring sound now increased, interspersed with "Oooooh".

As his soft lips moved up his love's sensuous body and his fingers moved over other sensuous areas, Mary's purring now turned to soft moans of ecstasy, even as her body quivered in rapturous delight.

Mark became aware that he, too, had been, was making soft moaning sounds.

He had now reached the nape of Mary's lovely neck and his love tool was feeling the heat of his love mate's love passage. Every so slowly, he gently moved his love tool into the waiting, well-lubricated love channel. This was one time he didn't need the quick, hard-piston-like shoves. Oh, no! There was so much pressure he seemed to spill his cum in one tremendous spurt of energy into this exquisite, moist love receptacle. 

Just as Mark felt nothing else existed except the two of them, so did Mary feel. All conscious thought had been pushed aside as those gentle fingers sent such delightful, yet intense, sensations to her subconscious mind. They filled it to overflowing so that when Mark inserted his pulsating love tool, Mary was ready for it - just several gentle pushes and then a very satisfied sigh. 

How relaxing! A full day of physical exercise in the brisk cold air, some social life, a warm fire in the fireplace, and a fuzzy rug to lie on for making love. 

Such a different way of making and receiving love. For Mark, this gentle way of stimulating the entire body senses of his love gave him such a powerful feeling of quiet fulfillment which seemed to fill his mind and soul to overflowing.

And as for Mary, to have Mark, her lover/husband, show such loving, sensitive feeling in exciting her aroused, sensual nerves - it was as if nothing else existed. They were floating in space. 

As the dying embers were giving their last hurrah, Mary stirred sufficiently to jab Mark and say, "Make sure the embers are out and thank you, my love." Feeling as if she was still on cloud nine, she slowly picked up their clothes and prepared for bed and sleep, the sleep of one who's been blessed with the most loving, sensitive husband ever. 

As for Mark, after dousing the glowing embers, he, too, seemed to float into the bedroom to join his wife in sound sleep.

The following morning over breakfast, they were still feeling the euphoria from last night's very delightful love-making. They had now experienced the best: the night of passion after the dinner theater several months ago and last night's quiet, pleasing, sensitive, out-of-world loving experience.

They knew there would be other times of passion and other times like last night, although perhaps less intense. There would be times passion would start and become sensitive loving and vice versa. Yes, they were one fortunate couple and they still had YEARS ahead of them!

"Oh, the time! We were to meet our friends a half hour ago! Hopefully, they did the first run without us. Let's hurry! Check the top of the ski run!"

Quickly donning their ski clothes and grabbing their ski equipment, the two were out the door and "off to the skiing" where they eventually caught up with their friends.

The next two evenings, Mary and Mark stayed with their skiing friends in the lounge enjoying the atmosphere, dancing, card playing, discussing the slopes, relaxing. The fifth and last evening there, they asked their new friends to their cabin for some quiet time as all three couples were leaving early the next morning. Drinks and snacks were served to all. The fire was lit and soft music played in the background. 

Mark sat on the love seat while the other two husbands pulled easy chairs up closer to the fireplace and onto the fuzzy rug. Their wives followed Mary's example, sitting on the rug and leaning against their husband's knees.

Soon, Mark, without consciously realizing it, was again running his hand lightly over Mary's hair. And once again, there was this soft purring sound. 

"Mary," said Julie, one of the wives, "WHAT is Mark doing?"

"Oh!" with a self-conscious look up at Mark, Mary explained how running a hand very lightly over the hair, when one is relaxed - most important - can stimulate sensual nerves on one's scalp.

A look of disbelief appeared on Julie's and Angie's (the other wife)faces. "YOU'RE KIDDING!!!" both said at once.

"Hey," maybe Mary's right," said Jim, Julie's husband, who was partially bald. "Remember how I react when you lightly rub your fingers over my head," he said as he bent down to plant a kiss on Julie's head.

Mary: "Hey, let's try it. Let's all concentrate on the flames; let the music become part of you." She watched as the bodies of the two couples relaxed and soon Jim and Andy (Angie's husband) were lightly running their fingers over their wives' hair. Mesmerized by the low, dancing flames and their warmth, they all became really relaxed. Angie and Julie also began making purring sounds. 

Finally, Julie stirred with a "Where's the necessary?" Necessity took over and each took a turn. Mary made coffee, brought out the rest of the fruit and snacks and the wives began asking questions like: "How long have you two known this? And what's this ‘sensual nerves' bit?"

Mark: "Our second night here we were sitting just as we have been. Relaxed...My hand just strayed to Mary's hair. Well, if she didn't actually purr, she sure sounded like a soft, cuddly kitten with a full tummy and a loving hand gently touching its head."

Andy: "Excuse me, but what happened then?"

Mark: "Well, I slid down beside Mary. She crossed her leg to take off her sock which I did for her. I thought to tickle the bottom of her foot, but WAS ... I ... SURPRISED!!! She just purred louder. Whispered ‘sensual nerves'."

Mary: "You asked about sensual nerves. I didn't discover mine until a few months ago. Oh, I knew about my ears, the back of my neck, across my shoulders. Most men know those areas arouse their girl friends and turn them into quivering bodies more receptive to male exploring hands. We both knew that and Mark has taken full advantage of them over the years, but back to full sensual nerves. One has to be relaxed because if your nerves are ‘on edge', if you're ‘on edge'. Nothing can happen."

Julie: "How can you tell if your nerves are ‘on edge'/"

Mary: "For me, simple. If I run my fingers lightly over my bare tummy, my skin feels like an old, rough carpet. I imagine the rest of my body nerves give the same feeling. Sometimes, my nerves are just completely turned off. "

Angie and Julie nodded in agreement with this statement. "Yeah. Been there."

Angie: "And if they're not feeling like ‘old, rough carpet', what then?"

Mary" "Well, if they're not feeling like an old, rough carpet nor completely turned off, but your skin feels like ‘ooooh, I like that touch', you're ready for body stimulation. 

Angie: "What do you mean ‘ready for body stimulation?'"

Mary: "Mark.....help...."

Mark: "Why not take Julie and Angie into the bedroom and show "stimulating your sensual nerves' to them. Us guys will just ‘shoot the breeze'." 

Mary: "Thanks, honey. Come on gals. No, no men. This is ‘girl talk'."

Once in the bedroom, Mary removed her sweater and asked Julie and Angie to do the same. Oops! The CD player is in the living room. Opening the door a crack, she called to Mark to please bring the CD player and some discs which Mary reached out for. Then - 

Mary: "Step one: Music. The right kind of music. Music which stimulates your body to make those sexy moves. Music which makes the hands move. At least, that works for me. Ah - 

Congo drums - on low volume.

"Step two: Relax. Listen to the music, Move with it." Soon all three were moving their bodies to the exotic beat.

"Step three: Imitate me as I move my fingers over my belly with these concentric circles." Julie and Angie, still swaying, undulating, did the same. They watched as Mary moved her hands up to her ribs, over her bra-covered breasts, where she repeated the motion until the other two were ‘in sync'.

For Mary, previous conditioning took over as her fingers did circles on her collar bone, shoulders, her jaw, cheeks, and back down to her belly, - when the music stopped. (Some CD's have a definite pause before starting the next piece). She opened her eyes, blinked and looked very embarrassed. 

Julie and Angie had been following Mary's example. They, too, stopped, blinked, looked embarrassed but excited like ‘WOW'!!!

As the next piece started, Mary turned off the CD player, then pointed to the bed - "Let's sit." Silence. 

Finally, Julie spoke up, "I....I felt the same sensations as I did on my scalp when Jim lightly ruffled my hair."

That emboldened Angie to say the same thing, but adding in an ‘ I don't believe it voice', "Collar bone and shoulders!!! Mary, you're an ‘eye-opener' to this middle-age gal."

Mary: "Well gals, welcome to ‘sensuality'. Just remember and listen to your body. Sometimes it needs help - lukewarm shower or bath.....scented soap.....lightly scented air.....right kind of music.....no interruptions...." 

Feeling still somewhat embarrassed, Mary asked in a hesitant voice, "Do your husbands ever ‘ummm'...

"Spit it out," said Angie. 

In a rush, Mary finished, "Lick clit."

"Why sure," they said in unison. So.....?"

"Well," said Mary, as she put on her sweater, "your WHOLE body, when it's in the mood, is sensual and when stimulated, ‘ummm' - gosh, this is, is.....well...."

"Come on, Mary , we think we know what you're going to say, so say it," they said as they put on their sweaters.

Angie: "You're going to say that this stimulation of sensual nerves stimulates the clit. Right? And if we're home alone to use our fingers to bring the clit to climax, or at least enjoy the orgasms, if we can. Right? Otherwise, ask our husbands to ‘kiss it, kiss it, and kiss it. Right?"

Mary: "Right. Hey, is this ‘ old hat' to you two?

Julie: "This is new to me, but with teenagers on split school sessions, I don't always have an empty house to try anything like you showed us." 

Angie: "Not exactly new to me. I use a vibrator to start the orgasms and finish with the fingers. No children. "

Both: "And yes, our husbands like to lick clit."

Julie: "Do you let Mark see you doing this before, you know, make love? Look, Mary, we both have been married 20 plus years. I think Jim and I have good love sessions." 

Angie: "I think the same. Andy and I, that is."

Mary: Mark knows. . He wants me to use the bathroom first so I can relax in bed and I mean ‘RELAX' When he finishes doing his thing, I'm fully aroused. Well, if he wasn't aroused before, he certainly ‘comes to attention' if you get my meaning." Chuckles answered Mary.

"Mark bought one of those feather dusters which he uses across my shoulders, down my spine, across the lower back. Does that send my senses reeling. Doing the circular movement with his fingers or using the duster up my legs, WOW!!! My body just quivers in anticipation. 

"Other times as I come out of the shower and dry off, Mark will be there with the feather duster ready to arouse my breasts, belly, collar bone, shoulders. Just thinking about that is making my clit ache, love juices starting to flow."

Julie and Angie: "The feet, too, you said? Hmmmm..... Top of the head, face, collar bones, shoulders, our belly. That leaves a lot of body to explore down to the feet. What fun we'll have discovering our ‘hot spots'."

Angie: "How about we three couples meeting before the end of the ski season? Maybe the weekend after the Valentine weekend? Perhaps Julie or I will discover a few extra sex-stimulating moves. Our husbands are in for quite a surprise. Julie and I can check at the

desk tonight on the length of the ski season."

The three gals then return to the living room, where the men were trying to outdo each other in complaining about each of their bosses. At least that was what was being said then....

Andy: " I just had a thought - why don't we get together for a 4-day weekend before the ski season is over."

Jim: "great idea." 

Mark: "I'll need a change of scenery by then." ALL three men: "How does that sound to you gals?

Glancing at each other with straight faces, the three wives nodded in agreement. 

Julie: "That sounds good to me. The grandparents love an excuse to be alone with the kids. They thought they were never going to have grandchildren."

Jim: "Yeah. Being in our 50's with three teens - we need time to ourselves."

The women exchanged addresses and phone numbers to arrange the date and etc.

One final drink around and the two couples, thanking Mary and Mark for their hospitality, leave for their beauty sleep before the early morning wake - up call. Mary and Mark prepare for bed and sleep. They, too, have an early wake - up call. Before falling asleep, Mary has an idea,

"Mark, why don't we ask at the desk in the morning how long ski season lasts here. And if they have a 3-couple cabin; and if so about reservations for it and all that good stuff."

Mark: "Remind me at breakfast. Night , my love."

Julie: "Sleep well; I love you."

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EPILOGUE

What a week for our loving couple!!! Enjoying their hobby - skiing; a delightful way to make love - involving ALL of Mary's sensual nerves, first time ever; making new friends; and starting them (the women, at least) on to learning more about their bodies - maybe.

Relaxed in mind and body, Mary and Mark return to their stressful work-a-day world, taking with them the information for that possible future 4-day skiing weekend with their new friends.