Lesbian Surprise Massage Novels & Stories

And to Hayden and Sage Owen brought a massage bed and a gel they'd use for their massage scene. Esther cleared her throat to haul everyone’s attention to her while Mindy and Sarah put on the white new panties, Hayden and Sage occupied the massage bed. Then Esther sputtered. “Let’s see how easily Mindy and Sarah will wet this panties with their streamers. And to Sage and Hayden…let’s see how best you can offer a handjob.” She winked and let soft music whisper through the air. Mindy and Sarah closed the space between, gawking at each other…the look spoke volume. The two women inched their faces closer…and in record time their lips was in a cadence as they kissed each other.

She held my arms lovingly hoping to soothe me with her words. Maya and Katie stayed quiet but the amusement on their faces could be evidently seen. “My whole body hurts so badly,” I lamented. I was currently on the verge of tears. Leah smiled happily, “We are here to give you a good massage.” The pleasing sound of that made me giggle. The girls held my arms as they led me towards the bathroom. This was far different from my birthday and now I knew why, —This was the Alpha King's room.

She tilted her head back, as she remembered Gabriel had done, to complete the sexually ambiguous shadow image. "Mmmm, now!" Sofia beckoned. Lisa squeezed the bottle firmly. A long, white string of lotion squirted out. Lisa had, in fact, used so much force that it hit Sofia in the face, as well as her breasts and tummy. In that moment, Sofia belted out a high pitched cry of ecstasy.

EMMA The room was warm and dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting gentle shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and sandalwood oil, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic atmosphere. I lay on my stomach on the luxurious massage table, the slim white towel draped modestly over my lower body. My heart was still beating faster than normal after realizing my masseur was a man — and not just any man, but one who looked like he had stepped out of a magazine.

He canceled all nonessential meetings and spent most of each day by my side, clumsily learning to peel apples for me or simply sitting quietly, wrapping my cold fingers in his broad, warm palm. Leah burst into my room the day after I transferred. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. The moment she saw me, she threw her arms around me and cried harder than I had. "Cecilia, you idiot! Why didn't you tell me right away when this happened? That bastard Zachary, I'm going to destroy him!" She was my college roommate, and we came from similar backgrounds. She was fiery by nature and had built a fearsome reputation in business over the years.

I let my hands do their jobs as they grabbed a handful of body wash and squeezed the loofah with it. While I covered myself with this sweet-scented smell, my thoughts sketched the night Amy Leah and I almost made it at the back of my head. She was a virgin. A bewilderment escaped my gasp, puzzled but at the same time, the sense of possessiveness engulfed my entire senses. Whatever the cause was, I would not force her to disclose the secret of her previous married life.

He felt that if he didn't agree, Larissa would probably burst into tears in front of him. He decided he wouldn't allow Larissa to follow him to his physiotherapy session again. Larissa must've been frightened. Larissa finally revealed a smile on her face. "Then we shall start with a massage!" She carefully rolled up Ambrose's pants and began vigorously rubbing her hands together to increase the heat on her palms. Then she put her hands on Ambrose's thighs.

Lisa questioned, her hands on her hips as she gave the cleaner a hard stare. The cleaner scoffed, picking up her bucket of water with the mop stick already in it, "why should I apologize? Is it my fault that your lesbian girlfriend can't see and rather ran into me because she was too caught up in her lesbian romantic life as she pulled you into the building the way she did."

She moved a gob of Camilla ’s grool up toward her clit and started to massage her clit in slow, concentric circles. Camilla quivered and jostled in her lying position, shifting her hips slightly and releasing a low moan. Her chest heaved up and down as her heartbeats increased. She couldn’t believe she was having her first real lesbian experience at college and that it was her professor that she was allowing to pleasure her. It seemed like a campy late-night movie but this was all too real. And it made her feel truly alive.

Soraya parked her car in front of the Spa saloon and headed into the place as if she owned it. “Is Lyle around?" She asked. Lyle was the owner of the Spa and gay. He was the only one Soraya made touch her body, for a massage. “Yes, Ma'am." The receptionist pointed at him as she walked towards him. “Hey girl, here for your body to be taken care of?" He asked her chewing gum. “Of course Lyle, I got a big night." She said from the changing room where she was getting undressed and ready for the massage. She emerged from the room with a towel secured around her.