Touching Her: The Lesbian Masseuse
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This is a short erotica story containing explicit scenes of a sexual nature and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.
Finding myself with another woman massaging my bosom is a first for me, and giggles rose childishly in my throat as I thought of my friend Sara in the next room who was undoubtably having the same experience. My bras are made of stern stuff, none of this flimsy two clasp stuff, my over the shoulder boulder holder is a three clasp and always tightly fastened on.Jade Kush servicing client Ariel is a highlight, with bigger boobs on display than in the other segments. It gives me such a sense of satisfaction to know she’s turned on too, that she enjoys this, even if it’s never spoken of out loud. And I can feel myself spreading open as Sofija’s hands move over me, my cheeks parting with each pass. Curiosity gets the better of her and she decides to book a massage, figuring she'll enjoy it either way.
Her body language can decide if that was harassment or not: her looks, way of touching with eye contact… etc.
We hide them away in far too tight bras, not knowing how important our breasts are for our health and well-being.
And I don’t mean it in a seedy way, that I’m some sex-starved, bored out of my brain’s housewife, although there’s a little truth to that, perhaps.Sofija moves to the base of the bench, keeping her fingers moving inside me, of course, she’s a professional. People deny there’s anything sexual to massage, that it’s just a professional providing a service, but honestly, who are they kidding.