Tigress Ointment

Codes: FF, F-solo
Summary: An inhibited grad student experiments with an exotic oriental remedy for lackluster lovemaking.

APPLY A SMALL AMOUNT TO THE SKIN ON THE INSIDE OF THE WRISTS AND BETWEEN THE BREASTS. EFFECTS BEGIN IN LESS THAN A MINUTE. CAUTION: FOR EXTERNAL USE ONLY.

Alice examined the instructions printed on the small bottle of oil she had acquired earlier that day. She was standing in front of a mirror in her bedroom of the small condo she shared with a fellow med student, fighting back a rising wave of buyer's remorse. The "Tigress Ointment" had been an impulse buy from the international market where her roommate Megan always bought fresh hummus and curry pastes. The blonde young woman shook her head and considered throwing the bottle away, until she remembered how much she paid for it. Unscrewing the lid, she took a nerves-steadying breath and was assaulted by an acrid odor of exotic roots and herbs.

�What the hell,� she conceded, dipping her finger into the brandy colored oil, �it can�t hurt to try,�

Pulling up the sleeves to her sweater, Alice massaged the ointment into the skin on the back of her wrists. After some deliberation, she lifted her sweater and worked a drop into the swell between her breasts.

�Well, I don�t feel any different,� ever the scientist, Alice examined herself in the mirror. Only seconds after application, the odor of the Tigress ointment had overwhelmed her senses, and she became flushed, her face and bodice glowing a sexual red. When she touched her face, she noticed that the effects had indeed begun.

�Tactile sensation seems enhanced,� Alice observed, rubbing her hands together and enjoying the feeling of skin sliding across skin. �This feels really good, though,�

Indeed, Alice felt better standing there, wringing her hands together and running them up and down her forearms, than she had during any of her previous sexual encounters. Pursed lips at first allowed a content hum to escape, then a smile and a sigh, and the effects continued to intensify. She started to experiment with different textures, running her hands across her sweater, down her jeans and through her hair. That was the most pleasurable, creating a tingling sensation that danced across her scalp and then shot down her spine into her shoulders and rib cage.

Tracing her lips with the tip of her tongue, both of which had acquired a high-frequency hum, Alice became bold enough to start exploring the textures of her own flesh. She had never done anything like this before, but, with her inhibitions melting away like the scent of the oil from her body, she began to touch herself. First she felt the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then lifted her sweater and rubbed her stomach as she slowly gyrated her belly. Her touch set off vibrations in her muscles, like the purring of a jungle cat as she stretched in the sun. She could feel every tendon and ligament alive with pleasure as they slid beneath her skin. Finally, unable to restrain herself, she cupped both her breasts and squeezed them gently, setting off deep growls of pleasure throughout her body.

�Ohhh,� Alice moaned and opened her eyes to see herself in the mirror groping her tits like a stipper. She instantly snapped herself back into composure, throwing her arms to her sides and balling her hands into fists. As she stood perfectly still, the last waves of pleasure from her lewd behavior ebbed.

�I think I need a drink of water,� she decided, realizing that her mouth had gone very dry.

She smoothed the front of her sweater and went to get a glass of water from the condo�s kitchenette. As she walked down the hallway, Alice was amazed at the sensation of her bare feet padding across the carpet.

�Moderate dehydration, possibly due to a stimulant effect,� she noted after draining her glass. She nearly lost her balance as the effects suddenly spiked, her tactile sensorium composed of distinct, disharmonious screams. The glass in her hand was smooth as oil, cold as ice; her jeans scratched her thighs; the pressure from her bra and panties pressing into her feminine flesh made her weak in the knees. �I need to sit down,�

Walking across the carpet in the living room was an adventure on the bottom of her feet. Alice could feel each individual fiber tickling her skin as she moved. It felt so good, especially after the overwhelming experience in the kitchen, that she started to shuffle her feet, giggling as the floor tickled her lightheartedly. Soon, she was on her knees, rubbing her hands and face against the playful carpet.

�Full tactile hallucinations began at 5 minutes,� she noted idly. Even the parts of her body not directly touching the floor were caressed by millions of tiny fingers, dancing just underneath her skin. Her clothes felt oppressively heavy and tight. No longer fully aware of her surroundings, Alice rolled over on her back and removed her sweater and jeans, then rolled around the living room in her underwear.

�What the fuck!� that�s about the time her roommate Megan walked in the condo. �Alice, what are you doing?�

�It feels so good, you�ve got to try this,� Alice giggled, and Megan couldn�t remember the last time her roommate actually giggled.

�Try what!?�

�This,� Alice sprang to her feet and dashed into her room, only to emerge seconds later with a small bottle covered with Chinese characters. She grabbed her friend�s arm and started massaging the ointment into her wrists.

�Hey, stop that!� Megan protested, but her half-naked roommate wouldn�t take no for an answer. She dabbed another drop on her finger and reached right up Megan�s blouse, working the oil into her chest in a slow circular motion. Megan slapped her hand away. �Knock it the hell off!�

�Just wait a minute, you�ll see,� Alice beamed, setting the bottle on the coffee table and sitting on the couch. �Woah, this upholstery is amazing!�

All of this was becoming too weird for Megan, as she watched her formerly prim and proper roommate fondling the living room furniture. She noticed that Alice�s entire body was flushed, practically glowing pink.

�I don�t know what you have in that bottle, but it smells like shit,� Megan complained, sniffing her wrists. The odor was so strong that it made her nose tingle, a sensation that spread across her entire face. Within seconds, her entire skin was alive with electric waves of pleasure.

�Touch your skin, it feels really good,� Alice suggested as she rubbed her hands along her bare torso.

�Wow,� Megan lifted her eyebrows, it felt like she had become a five-foot nine erogenous zone, �this is amazing,�

Experimenting with these new sensations, Megan ran her fingers along every inch of her exposed skin. By nature a bolder young woman than Alice, Megan decided to move on to those areas that were sensitive to begin with. Unbuttoning her blouse to her navel, she traced her name on her stomach and her knees almost gave out beneath her upon pinching a nipple through the cotton of her bra. Her outrage forgotten, Megan took the seat on the couch and cupped her breasts.

�Have you touched your tits, yet, Alice?�

�That looks like fun,� without any of her usual modesty, Alice unhooked her bra and began rubbing the soft cones underneath, thumbing her distended nipples in a spiral pattern. Megan followed her lead, her mouth open in a rumbling moan.

�Let me feel you,� Alice asked.

�Sure,� Megan nodded and scooted closer to her roomate on the couch. The two girls suspended their mammillary ministrations and began caressing each other�s bodies. Somehow, another's touch aroused their nerves to even higher levels. The two women oooh'd and ahhh'd, as the other's fingertips left luminescent trails of pleasure across their bodies. At first, they kept clear of the hottest zones, staying to the warm, but touchable heat of the shoulders, back and arms. Then, Megan started massaging Alice�s flanks, stopping right below the profile of her breasts.

�Don�t stop, go back,� Alice pleaded when Megan returned to her friend�s back. This time, Megan moved closer to the fire, venturing to Alice�s stomach, navel and breasts; the heat making her palms and forehead sweat.

�I can�t believe how soft you feel!� Megan purred. "Like you're made of cotton candy,"

�I could do this all night,� Alice moaned as they wiggled their bodies closer together.

�Alice...�

�What?�

Suddenly, Alice lunged forward, pressing their bare skin together until it sizzled. No longer afraid of burning, Megan wrapped her arms around her roommate and kissed her, their flesh melting into a single mass as their lips met and pressed together. Alice began to wiggle her hips against Megan�s thigh, suddenly aware of another body part she had been neglecting. The other girl took her cue and started moving her own liquid loins against Alice�s upper leg.

With slow, deliberate movements, the two girls used each other�s bodies to pleasure themselves, never ceasing to kiss and caress. Hours passed and panties were flung across the living room as the two enjoyed the euphoria of flesh pressed against friendly flesh. It was slow lovemaking, for sure, but tender and patient, orgasms mere punctuation marks in a novel of skin, muscle and nerve.

The dawn�s rosy blush flooded through the window, and Alice woke up warm and comfortable, curled up with a blanket and something else. Her skin felt dull and slightly numb, as if she were wearing a pair flannel pyjamas. Nonetheless, she could tell that she was holding something palm-sized and soft in each hand. Too small to be pillows, she opened her eyes to investigate.

Ice water raced through her veins as she realized what had happened, her fingers still supporting Megan�s warm breasts. While Alice's mind raced with consequences, confusion and guilt, Megan awoke to the sound of her sobbing.

�I�m so sorry, I don�t know how this happened, I... I...,�

�Shhh,� Megan rolled over to face her friend and pressed a finger to her lips.

�I... I... I...,� Alice�s tears fell from her chin and rolled off Megan's shoulder.

�Shhh!� Megan repeated with emphasis.

�But, Megan, we...?� sniffled the confused young woman.

�Yes, we did, and now its time for the morning cuddle,�

Alice searched her friend�s eyes for the expected disgust, but found instead only a contented warmth. She closed her own eyes and laid her head on Megan�s shoulder. As she listened to her roommate's steady breathing, she thought she could smell the scent of exotic roots and herbs on their skin like a whisp from a dream.