First Time Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

JEMIMA’S POV Somehow, I remember when the first occasion took place for Visha to call me her lesbian slut. In her apartment, the lighting was low, and soft music filled the air. I was nervous as well as excited. I had been curious about women, Visha being the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Coruscating heat played with her long curly hair, full lips, and body that would make any woman dizzy. Sitting on the couch, she looked at me with a kind of hunger I had never seen before. She leaned in to kiss me with soft inviting lips-I responded eagerly as my body went up in flames. .

She could feel him deep inside her. “You are so damn tight,” He said, then winked at her. “Is this your first time? Should I go easy on you?” Chad asked as he pushed in and out, thrusting inside her slowly as his one hand caressed the breast and the other one caressed her clitoris. Luna Leila was confused, the work of her mouth was only to moan and not to answer his questions. It was only the start, yet he was driving her at cloud nine. It was an experience on another level.

Then two young oriental girls, probably no older than 25, come out and escort us to the massage room, give us instructions, then they leave. Lexi has done this before and immediately strips down to her gray panties. This being my first massage, I follow her lead and remove everything but my dark green thong. Then we both lay on the table, face down and cover our butts with a towel. Then Lexi pushers the buzzer that signals the masseuses to come back in. My masseuse, LiLu, dips her hands in warm oil and starts at the base of my skull and works down my neck and shoulders. Lexi's masseuse, GiGi is doing the same.

Episode 22 – The Masseuse The waiting room smelled of sandalwood and lavender, a scent that clung to the air like a whispered promise. Elena checked her watch, ten minutes early. She’d never done this before, never booked a “sensual full-body massage” from an independent practitioner whose website featured dim lighting and phrases like “energy alignment through touch.” But after the divorce, after months of sleeping alone in a bed that still felt too large, she needed something. Something to remind her she was alive.

In that case, make yourself comfortable and just watch us. I stay very still, watching as this pair of beauties begin to kiss and caress each other. In front of me a lesbian scene begins to play, worthy of an acclaim. While I just limit myself to watching and feeling very miserable.

My First Lesbian Fûck (2) She pressed closer, her hips brushing mine. “Do you feel that?” she whispered. “That is just the beginning.” I shivered. My body responded before I could even think. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she knew how to make me tremble with only a look, a touch, or a whisper. “I want to show you everything,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I want you to know parts of yourself that you have never felt. I want you to understand how much pleasure there is waiting for you.”

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

Surprisingly enough, Margaret found a sense of peace there. "I was desperate to find this team a coach," she explained. "So I bowled straight up to these gentlemen and asked if any of them would like a job coaching a girl team. Don't be scared by their intimidating appearance. They're the nicest gay couple I'd ever met." Then she laughed. She'd give up hope that those Russian guys had taken the idea seriously. With a beaming smile, Margaret turned to drag them over. "Thank you so much for coming! Introduce yourselves to the girls!"

I had confronted her in shock, demanding to know what the hell was going on and telling her to leave my house at once, but Ruth had simply smiled and closed the distance between us. Before I could stop her, her hand had slipped under my dress and straight to my vagina, discovering how shamefully damp I already was. “Why are you so wet, Ms. Debra?” she had asked softly while her finger pushed inside me for the first time, finding my g-spot. Almost immediately, she drawing out a moan I couldn’t hold back. I had protested that I wasn’t a lesbian, that I simply hadn’t been touched in over a year, but she had only laughed quietly and told me she wasn’t one either, though turning proud white teach

Luna Iris’s POV “I want to see you squirt.” I blurted out my feelings, in the midst of my heavy breathing and deep moans. One of the reasons why I have always wanted to have lesbian sex was because I wanted to see and taste what women squirt was. “Ouuu!!! Our client for the day wants cum to run down her throat.” The Luna that was eating me out said joyfully and clapped her hands. She stood up from beneath and moved upwards to my face.