Reluctant Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

He ran a finger across her face. Eventually, it went down to her neck. She knew her body was starting to heat up with the kind of caresses he was giving her. Even if she doesn't want to, she seems to feel guilty for Red because of the treacherous reaction of her body to her client. She backed away a little when she felt his hand between her breasts. "A-ahmm, we're just talking about dancing," she said, and held the man's hand to stop him from doing anything with his hands.

Her hands slid down between my thighs, her long, oily fingers tracing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, moving closer and closer to the base of my throbbing cock. Every single time she leaned forward to get more leverage, her own bare pussy brushed right against the back of my thigh, leaving a trail of wet heat on my skin. "Turn over for us, Jason," the dark-haired one commanded softly, her fingers giving the skin near my balls a gentle, teasing pinch. "It is time to finish your massage so you can go back to your lovely kess."

The nurse smiled and assured me she had it under control. “Enjoy yourself, ladies.” Lisa tugged at Tatum’s hand, leading me toward the barstools. The bartender, a shirtless, muscular, deep chocolate brother with dreads, came over to take their order. “Ladies. You’re looking good tonight. What can I get you to drink?” “What about you?” Lisa asked, seductively. I slapped her on the leg. “Ouch!” The bartender gave a soulful laugh. “Sorry, ladies. I’m on the clock, so I can’t partake in any fun.”

I slipped into my room, locked the door, and yanked the curtains shut until the room was dim and secret. My hands shook as I pulled my favorite dildo from the nightstand—the thick, veiny eight-inch one I’d only ever used thinking about girls like her. I shoved my shorts and panties down in one motion, kicked them away, and fell back onto the bed, legs spread wide. I opened my laptop, clicked straight to my favorite lesbian video—the one with the girl getting a massage and a proper fucking after. The moans filled the room. I didn’t even bother with foreplay. I rubbed my swollen clit in fast, desperate circles, then slid two fingers deep into my dripping hole, pumping them while I watched the

Why did it become her coming here to seek a romantic affair? "Don't you know? Our country's massage services have always been extraordinarily special." As the man said this, he winked at her, which made Sigrid shocked. It came to her mind that when she emphasized that she wanted a female masseuse a while ago, the waiter looked a bit troubled. People who came here for a massage were indeed developing some improper relationships. It was rare to have someone like her request for a same-gender masseuse. Sigrid was glad that the previous waiter understood what she meant. If they interpreted her as a lesbian, she would be so embarrassed!

Surprisingly, he does. Out of the corner of my eye, you can see Leo relax into the chair somewhat and enjoy the massage he’s getting. The technicians come out with beverages, nail color swatches and massage oil options. Leo’s eyes go huge. Ruth senses his fear, “relax big boy, you don’t need any feminine odors and no polish. James, no polish for the manly one down there and the most neutral lotion pretty please”. The tech laughs with her. Leo isn’t enjoying being the butt of the joke.

He wondered how much she had been exposed to before though it seemed she was willing to try new things. She was at least willing to make out and have oral sex performed on her by a woman. She really seemed to enjoy it from the look of her legs and the shine that was there from her cum dripping down her legs. Her being completely unclothed was an added factor. The massage therapist had not removed any piece of clothes that were clothing her. In his mind, he knew that he wanted to see how she would react to maybe two women working her over. Also, two men. There were so many different things to try with her in the name of the treatment.

"I don't know what's going on with me, but my shoulders are a little sore." Immediately getting the hint, Larissa walked over and asked sweetly, "Why don't I give you a massage?" Ambrose simply refused, "No need." Larissa persisted, "Just let me give you a massage!" Ambrose glanced at her with a proud look on his face. "You want to give me a massage that bad?" Larissa nodded. "Being able to give you a massage is my honor!" Ambrose shook his head and said, "Just forget it."

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.

"Unfortunately, we are understaffed, and only myself and another masseuse are working today, and even she won't be here for a bit. To express the resort's apologies for this inconvenience, there will be no charge for this spa session. What we've sometimes done in the past is basically provide a massage 'class', and demonstrate basic technique, and then provide guidance as guests take turns massaging each other. Would that be acceptable today?" Pam had managed to grow somewhat immune to seeing Ron so blatantly displayed within his green swimsuit for the past hour or so on the beach, even though her thoughts kept returning to the vision seared into her brain of Ron stroking himself to orgasm b