Loading...‘I have never, ever, experienced anything like it. Honestly, it was the best massage I have ever had, bar none. When I went I didn’t know what to expect because Jenny wouldn’t tell me. She wanted it to be a surprise, she said, and she was right there, it was a surprise all right. If I’d known in advance I probably wouldn’t have gone, but I’m so glad I did. I came out feeling absolutely wonderful, and wondering what the hell had hit me at the same time.
You have got to go and try it for yourself, but if you do then you’ll have to be ready for a massage like none you’ve ever had before.’
Carol was telling Shelley about a visit she had made to a new masseuse, recommended in turn by a friend of hers at the gym. Shelley had to admit that Carol’s enthusiasm was sparking her interest.
‘Ok, so what was so special?’
Carol grinned. ‘I’m not going to tell you. Just go and try her for yourself. I promise you, you’ll be glad you did.’
‘Well tell me something at least. Just give me some indication of what I’d be letting myself in for if I did.’
‘Well okay, but I can’t tell you much ‘cos I don’t want to spoil the surprise for you either.’ Carol was smiling conspiratorially again. ‘The masseuse is called Mina, but I don’t think that’s her real name. She’s mid twenties or thereabouts, so she’s our sort of age and she’s quite good looking. She comes from Madagascar, so she’s dark – very dark actually. They say that her mother was Sri Lankan and her father came from Kenya so you can figure out the mix for yourself. I’m also told she learned her skills in Thailand, but whoever it was who taught her did a good job because she has absolutely magical hands.’ Carol paused. ‘One thing I must warn you is that she strips off completely the same as you do, but don’t get concerned, apparently it’s just to make her clients feel less self conscious. Just relax and let her do her job and you’ll come out walking on air, I promise you.’
After a recommendation like that there was no way she wouldn’t give Mina a try, and so a couple of weeks later she was climbing the short flight of steps, checking the address on the door against Carol’s scribbled note.
The girl who answered the door answered Carol’s description perfectly. She was an inch or so taller than Shelley’s five-four, slim, athletic and beautiful. Her skin was dark chocolate, her hair a mass of tumbling black waves and her brown eyes smiled, caressed and flashed all at the same time. She was wearing a short wrap-around tunic in crisp green cotton, but that appeared to be all for not a hint of clothing showed from beneath it and even her feet were bare.
‘Mina?’ Shelley asked, her voice sounding shaky even to her own ears. Now she was here she was filled with sudden trepidation.
‘Yes, I am Mina, and you are Shelley?’ She stood to one side with a broad welcoming smile and indicated for Shelley to enter with a sweep of her hand.
‘Thank you.’
Mina ushered her into a room that was a strange mix between modern lounge and professional office, decorated in muted colours and softly lit by carefully placed lamps. It was a warm, reassuring space softly scented with sandalwood incense and with the background filled with gentle eastern music. The whole room was, however, dominated by the wide black and chrome massage table placed to one end, with a small table beside it filled with towels and tissues.
They sat themselves in two austere but comfortable faux leather chairs at the opposite end and Mina poured them each a glass of fruit juice from an expensive looking cut glass jug.
‘I need little chat before we begin, and it will give you chance to relax a little.’ Mina’s attractively singsong accent was almost oriental.
Mina’s ‘chat’ was to ask her about any allergies she might have, any injuries, old or new, and anything else that might be relevant. Had Shelley ever had a massage before and if so what kind? Did nudity bother her? Shelley answered as honestly as she could, admitting that her only earlier massages had been a couple of sports massages during her tennis playing days, from which she also had residual ankle injury. No allergies, no problems with being naked – how could she after the tennis club showers?
Shelley was pleased to be asked all these questions, it reassured her that Mina knew what she was doing, and anyway she was captivated by her warm velvet voice, her slightly gap toothed smile and her expressive hands, especially her hands, knowing that they would soon be touching her skin. The idea of those brown hands on her pale skin seemed almost artistic and all of a sudden she couldn’t wait for it to begin. Even so, she was so carried away with her own thoughts that she nearly missed it when Mina pointed to the Chinese screen that stood across one corner of the room.
‘If you like to undress behind there and then lie on table, I be right back. I just go to check the oil.’
Shelley walked in a dream into the designated corner and began to undress. This, she told herself, was it. Now she’d find out what Carol was gushing about. It seemed strange, almost ludicrous, that she should undress out of sight and then lie herself, open and exposed, on a table, but she was glad of the privacy. She had followed Carol’s suggestion and put her hair up, pinned out of the way, but she had also done something else. She had shaved her pubes, obliged for some reason to present a smooth body to her masseuse, feeling that the half grown stubble there would have seemed somehow scruffy. She knew she’d have to go through the itchy stage again, but she still felt compelled to shave herself clean.
Naked, she came out from behind the screen feeling very vulnerable and wondering is she were suppose to lie face up or face down. She opted for face up on the grounds that the kind of forced exhibitionism involved would kill off any lingering inhibitions. She sat on the table, swung her legs up and lay with her knees together and her arms ramrod straight down by her sides, very aware that her shaven state meant that the top of her slit would be easily visible, and waited for Mina to appear.
It was as if Mina had been waiting for her to arrange herself, because no sooner was Shelley settled than she came back carrying a small bowl and wearing absolutely nothing. Shelley glanced across and then, feeling unexpectedly conscious of Mina’s nudity, she deliberately looked away, staring resolutely at the ceiling and trying not to envy Mina’s beautifully athletic figure. Reflecting later she realised that she must have resembled a soldier on horizontal parade, but it wasn’t her own but Mina’s nudity that was making her feel distinctly uncomfortable, especially as Mina herself seemed to think nothing of it.
If she noticed Mina didn’t comment, for she simply placed the bowl beside Shelley and enquired ‘ready?’ Shelley nodded without looking, but when nothing seemed to be happening she forced her eyes down to look. Mina was ‘soaping’ her hands with the oil, gazing down at Shelley as if considering where to start. Seeing Shelley’s eyes on her she smiled her lovely warm smile and dipped her fingers back into the bowl. Shelley found she was smiling back despite herself.
She watched as Mina took her hand between her own shiny ones and began the massage, interlacing oily brown fingers between her own, rubbing her palm with thumb pressing in from below as her fingers rippled across the joints and bones on the back of her hand. Shelley began to relax, happy that she was in capable hands, in both senses of the word. Even the slightly musky aroma of scented massage oil seemed designed to help her unwind.
Mina worked her way silently and steadily along Shelley’s arm until she reached her shoulder and then walked around the table to do the same to the other, while Shelley lay and closed her eyes, sensing rather than seeing when Mina came and stood behind her to begin on her shoulders.
At first Mina’s hands stroked her shoulders in long flowing sweeps along and down under her throat, turning just above the rise of her breasts, but then, gently but firmly Mina tilted Shelley’s head back a little to work on her neck and jaw, stroking her throat and smoothing her jawbone with firm pressure from her thumbs. Shelley sighed softly and lazily opened her eyes to find that, with her head tipped backwards, she was looking directly upwards along a washboard stomach to the undersides of Mina’s breasts.
All of a sudden she was aware once more of both her nudity and of Mina’s, and of the fact that Mina’s curly black bush must be just behind her head, their different hairs almost certainly brushing together. Shelley felt herself blush at the slightly sexual overtones in her thought and tried to direct her attention back to Mina’s hands, but with little success. She couldn’t keep her eyes from Mina’s breasts, watching their slight sway as she worked, and the firmness of two gorgeous black nipples moving ever so gently only a foot or so above her face. She felt her own nipples respond, lengthening and firming embarrassingly, and she just hoped that Mina hadn’t noticed.
Seemingly oblivious to Shelley’s discomfiture Mina dabbled fingers in the little bowl of oil and began massaging her upper arms from shoulder to elbow, one hand running along each, lightly squeezing and kneading Shelley’s biceps, leaning forward a little as she did so and making Shelley even more aware of the dark breasts moving tantalizingly above her face. With her head still tilted slightly back, even though there was no real reason for it to remain so, Shelley found she could neither close her eyes nor take them from the firm female flesh that was so disturbingly close. She hardly noticed when Mina, having finished with her arms, started to run her hands firmly down the sides of her body, until that is, she felt her thumbs skate softly over the flesh of her breasts.
She gasped at the sudden contact, feeling slightly uneasy but enjoying the sensation of oily thumbs sliding over her soft breasts. Mina ignored Shelley’s reaction and carried on, bringing her hands slightly higher each time until her thumbs were passing over Shelley’s nipples, their erect state making the sensation so much stronger. Shelley squirmed mentally, sure that Mina must be able to feel their hardness and certain that she was bound to jump to the obvious conclusion. She couldn’t help herself; she was starting to enjoy Mina’s massage in a very personal, almost erotic way and she was worried that the pleasure she was feeling was transmitting itself to her masseuse. She gazed upwards, trying to see if Mina’s were in a similar condition but unsure if they were erect or just naturally long. She couldn’t remember how they had been when Mina first appeared undressed, but then she had been to busy trying not to look at all.
Mina’s hands went for more oil and when they returned they were placed directly onto Shelley’s breasts. There was no pretence. Mina squeezed and fondled the soft flesh openly, slippery hands sliding over oily skin, strong fingers digging into yielding flesh and firm palms pressing hard nipples down into their breasts. Shelley tried not to react. In fact she wasn’t sure how to react. Part of her wanted to push Mina away and shout ‘how dare you’, but another, much larger part, wanted it to continue. In any case, Shelley reassured herself, there was nothing overtly sexual about Mina’s touch. She wasn’t squeezing or pulling at her nipples for instance, or doing anything except massage willing flesh. In any case, Mina wasn’t concentrating solely on her breasts, her hands were also going over and down, sliding onto Shelley’s stomach, although all that did was bring her breasts closer to Shelley’s face and make her stomach press into the back of Shelley’s head. Oh god, Shelley thought, I’m enjoying this too much. Perhaps this is what Carol meant when she said she had never had a massage like it. It had to be that.
Then, abruptly, Mina’s hands moved away and she walked around the table until she was at the foot, looking up at Shelley and smiling. Shelley breathed a silent sigh of both relief and regret. She was beginning to be sexually aroused and that wasn’t the idea at all, but that hadn’t stopped her enjoying the sensations.
Mina began massaging Shelley’s feet just as she had her hands, fingers rolling between toes, under the balls of her feet, manipulating, squeezing and rubbing, all hints of anything sexual now gone in a return to a normal massage. Then she was working her way up Shelley’s legs, the only difference now being that Shelley could watch her more easily, taking in those beautiful brown breasts, amazingly full for such a trim body, and just the top of a curly fuzz of black hair. All of a sudden she realised that Mina was now in the ideal position to look at her too, especially since her feet had been separated to be massaged, and she wasn’t hidden under hair. But somehow it didn’t seem to matter so long as her pussy didn’t betray her arousal by shining wet in Mina’s sight. In fact she felt curiously let down when Mina moved to one side to massage her thighs, completely ignoring the intimate flesh that Shelley was showing.
Shelley made herself loosen up again, convinced that any idea of a sexual context had been only in her own imagination and that touching her breasts like that had only been part of a very thorough massage. Certainly the way Mina was massaging her thighs was professional, the rolling, digging and kneading of her thigh muscles just the same as on the tennis club table years before. She closed her eyes, allowing the warmth of the massage relax her.
And then Mina changed position again, this time to allow her to dip both sets of fingers into the oil and then let it dribble along the tops of her thighs, before placing her hands on Shelley’s thighs just above the knee and pushing slippery palms along slippery legs right up to the join, repeating the action and alarming Shelley again when she realised that Mina’s thumbs were once more coming into intimate contact, This time rubbing along the outside of her labia as they reached the join of her thighs.
Shelley’s eyes shot open and a little yelp of surprise and pleasure escaped her lips. The sensation of slippery thumbs gliding over smoothly shaven labia was, to put it mildly, very erotic.
Mina dribbled a little more oil onto her legs and carried on, apparently still oblivious to Shelley’s reactions, each time catching the outside of Shelley’s pussy and making her stifle tiny gasps of enjoyment. Shelley closed her eyes and tried to ignore the feelings, but she became more and more convinced that Mina was pressing her thumbs harder into her labia at each pass and to her sudden shame she felt the beginnings of an orgasm stir in her pelvis.
She didn’t know what to do, she wanted to put a stop to it before anything really happened and she actually climaxed, but her mind and her body could not agree and she lay under Mina’s hands, trying desperately but unsuccessfully to repress her mounting orgasm and to control the little gasps and jerks that were coming each time Mina’s thumbs reached the top of her thighs.
But it was too late to hide her state from Mina. Shelley realised that when Mina stopped massaging her thighs and just concentrated on rubbing the sides of her pussy, stimulating her clitoris by pressing her labia against it. Shelley submitted to the ultimate humiliation and let it happen, crying out loud when her orgasm finally ripped through her and then lying, trembling and ashamed on Mina’s massage table.
‘I’m sorry.’ She gasped out eventually, raising her stricken eyes to Mina’s face.
‘No matter, it happen.’ Mina reassured her, her friendly gap toothed smile in evidence once again. ‘Roll over please, and I do your back.’
Shelley was pleased to turn over and hide her face, and pleased that Mina had understood that she needed to. She was so relieved too that Mina had simply helped her through her orgasm and then made no more of it, consigning it to the waste bin of mistakes and moving on. She lay on her stomach with her arms folded under her head and her face turned to the left, looking away from Mina.
Mina moved until she was standing at her head again, still out of sight, and began massaging Shelley’s shoulders, strong fingers working firmly into tight muscle, kneading and stretching, taking out the knots and making Shelley feel relaxed once more. Her arousal had subsided with her orgasm and she was feeling more than a little bewildered as to how she had suddenly become so turned on. It must, she thought, have been the unfamiliar feel of a woman’s hands on her skin combined with Mina’s naked nearness. At one point she was sure that Mina’s pubic hair must have brushed against the back her head, and how much closer could one get.
She was, Shelley suddenly realised, in almost the same position again, except that she was now looking to the side. Mina was standing behind her once more, her pussy only inches from her head. If she looked she would probably be looking directly at the dark girl’s sex. She had never seen a coloured girl naked before today and now she wondered what her pussy looked like. She felt her own pussy respond to the thought and a tiny throbbing need started up again. She resisted the urge to turn her head and look, and only a few moments later Mina moved right around to stand at the foot of the table and take Shelley’s feet in her hands one at a time, squeezing and massaging them with her thumbs pressing into the soles from the ball of her foot to the heel on each in turn. Shelley pushed her curiosity from her mind and let herself enjoy the wonderful roller coaster of the massage, trying not to think erotic thoughts even when Mina moved onto her lower legs, parting them to give herself access and making her very aware that her pussy must now be readily visible. Right then it didn’t seem to matter, even though she was normally self conscious about her long inner labia, her butterfly wings as her husband called them, but anything seemed possible and allowable on this particular massage table and she was becoming only too happy to go along with that philosophy.
She lay still and calm, relaxing as strong relaxing hands worked her way up her legs until Mina finally had to move around to the side in order to reach further. Now all of a sudden she was aware that all her body was within reach of Mina’s busy fingers, and she was surprised to find that she didn’t care.
Mina picked up the little bowl of oil and dabbled her fingers in it, moving closer to stand by Shelley’s hips and in her peripheral vision, dribbling oil copiously it along the backs of her thighs, all over her bottom and the lower part of her back, lightly rubbing it in before repeating the action until Shelley’s skin, like Mina’s hands, was thoroughly wet and slippery with the still warm massage oil. So much so that Shelley could feel it running down her buttocks into her cleft, trickling over her anus and onto her pussy, making her shiver with unexpected delight.
Mina’s hands began long firm sweeps along the backs of Shelley’s thighs, over her bottom and onto the small of her back, sliding over oily skin, kneading the flesh and pushing her thumbs into her spine, ever moving back and forth, concentrating for a short while first on one place and then another. Shelley breathed deeply, taking in the sheer pleasure of the massage, enjoying firm hands pressing in along her thighs, rolling the softer flesh of her bottom and then manipulating her spine, loosening any tightness and bringing little grunts and sighs to her lips. Her thighs came in for particular attention, with Mina gently pushing them just a little further apart so that she could run her palms simultaneously along the inside and outside of her legs, fingertips getting so very close to Shelley’s pussy at the top of each stroke. Shelley registered the proximity, but it didn’t matter, all she cared about now was the wonderfully relaxing and loosening sensations of Mina’s hands on her flesh, sensations that were feeding and nurturing the tiny but insistent throb in her pussy.
Mina moved again, standing by Shelley’s waist and turned to face towards her feet, and presenting her lovely brown bottom to Shelley’s view. Shelley gazed in fascination, especially as Mina began to run her hands over her bottom and down her legs so that she had to bend slightly forward. Her pussy flesh was black, Shelley was not surprised to discover, lovely folds of dark flesh either side of her slit, a tight slit that Shelley was sure shone just a little with wetness. She thought vaguely about why she needed to look, why a woman’s pussy and her state of arousal were suddenly of interest, but whatever the reason she found she couldn’t keep her eyes from it, or stop herself wondering if Mina was feeling the same degree of arousal as she was having to admit that she was.
More oil was used, trickled across her bottom and down into her crack, and Mina now placed one hand either side of her cheek and pushed down firmly, letting her hand move downwards, the side of her little finger slipping deep into her cleft and sliding over Shelley’s anus, the tip catching momentarily on the entrance and threatening to enter. Shelley breathed in suddenly from the sudden and unexpected sensation, and from the little burst of adrenalin it caused. Mina blithely continued as if she hadn’t noticed either the contact or Shelley’s reaction, though Shelley was sure that she must have, and her hands slid on down both sides of her thigh. The hands came back the same way and then action was repeated, and Shelley waited with bated breath to see what would happen, almost hoping for another intimate touch. Nothing. Mina’s hand slid past without invading and Shelley finally let out her breath.
It had felt nice having a hand sliding so intimately over her body and Shelley lay still, waiting and hoping for a similar touch next time. She was not disappointed, but this time Mina was even more intimate, her hand sliding deep into Shelley’s cleft, over her anus and on down, the fingers sliding over her pussy, and briefly massaging her labia before continuing down her leg. Shelley gasped in sudden and unexpected delight at the intrusion, but before she could decide if it was really welcome or not the hand had gone, rubbing her inner thigh and kneading the muscle there. She looked around again at the visible portion of Mina’s pussy, wondering if she really was wet and aroused and if the touch hand been deliberately erotic. It was impossible to tell, but Shelley hoped in a strange sort of way that she was.
Again Mina’s left hand went from hip to thigh while her right hand went down into Shelley’s crack, following the same route down over her anus but this time turning so that the her whole hand was pressed onto Shelley’s pussy, the palm flat over her entrance as the fingers fondled and explored. Shelley groaned softly, expressing her enjoyment and no longer caring about the purpose behind Mina’s trespass. Mina touched and fondled her for a few seconds more without giving any other discernable reaction before moving on again, while Shelley parted her thighs a little further ready for the next pass.
Mina’s hands returned to the top of their journey once again and Shelley felt her own hands clench under her head and her body tremble slightly in excited anticipation. She had been touched intimately by a strange woman, and she wanted it to happen again.
She was not disappointed, because Mina did exactly the same thing, her hands sliding down either side of her bottom with one dipping down between her legs onto her pussy. This time there was no hesitation, the touch was undeniably and intentionally erotic, one finger sliding into Shelley’s slit and rubbing her clitoris at the same time as the others massaged her labia. Shelley groaned and closed her eyes, surrendering to Mina’s attentions, only to find that the hand moved on once again after a few seconds, as if such erotic stimulation was merely a normal part of a massage.
Now Mina was back to working on Shelley’s bottom and, for the moment at least ignoring anything between her legs, one innocent hand gripping and kneading each cheek as if nothing had happened, and Shelley found herself bewildered. She wasn’t at all sure what was happening. Was all this a usual thing, was the intimate touching part of some curious kind of Thai massage? Or was Mina feeling horny and taking advantage, and was she intending to take things further. Shelley was ninety-nine percent straight (she would have said a hundred percent until today) and too much more would not be welcome. She could only think that Mina was reacting to her unexpected orgasm just a short while before. Please God, she thought, let her make me come again, but please don’t ask me to do anything in return.
Mina dipped her fingers into the oil again and then, facing directly across Shelley’s bottom, deliberately let it dribble directly into her crack, oiling her already slippery anus and pussy even further. Shelley caught her breath as Mina’s right hand followed the little rivulet down, with her left running up the inside of her thigh. She just knew that Mina was going to touch her intimately and erotically, but she wasn’t sure how.
The answer was not long in coming. Two oily fingers of Mina’s right hand stopped and circled Shelley’s anus, pressing just slightly but not penetrating her slippery sphincter, and then two fingers of her left hand slid directly and without hesitation right into her pussy, pushing into the depths of her vagina as far as they could reach and staying there. Shelley gasped and automatically jerked away a little, pleased to find Mina’s fingers following her and maintaining their contact.
At first the two fingers inside Shelley’s pussy didn’t move, but the ones around her rear entrance made up for that by circling and stroking, massaging her rosebud both with the flats and the tips of the fingers. It was both highly erotic and a little kinky, but it was wonderful, and Shelley was rapidly losing any remaining inhibitions or anxieties she might have over such intimate contact from another woman. She was being unashamedly and unexpectedly played with and she could feel the result in her growing arousal. She just wished that the fingers inside her would do something, anything, and that the ones playing around her bottom would take things a little further and perhaps, just maybe, penetrate her.
She got half of her wish. Mina’s right hand, the one playing at her rear entrance, stopped moving, resting with the palm on her cheek and the fingers lying within her crack, fingertips just, and only just, maintaining that infuriatingly erotic contact with her anus. But the other hand now began to move, two fingers thrusting in and out of her vagina, slowly and steadily at first, with the other two sliding along her slit to rub up against her clitoris, pressed against it by the surface of the massage table. Shelley groaned and wriggled, encouraging Mina to go further, harder, faster, or any damn thing extra that would trigger the orgasm that was now building.
But Mina was not to be rushed, she ignored any noises or movements that Shelley might make and just continued to do what she had in mind. Soon Shelley was on the very edge of coming, her groans had turned to gasps and her movements had become the little involuntary jerks and spasms of a body on the edge.
‘Don’t stop. For fuck’s sake don’t stop.’ Shelley implored her, her language matching her mood.
Stopping was not something Mina had in mind, her fingers continued to push steadily into Shelley’s pussy, twisting and wriggling inside her but never stopping, nor speeding up, nor changing in any way, the very relentlessness of her actions having the required effect and bringing Shelley closer and closer to coming. She was now lying with her hands gripping onto the edge of the table and her eyes gazing fixedly into the distance, just waiting for the explosion to come.
This time Shelley didn’t try to hide her orgasm even if she could have done, she cried out loud, letting the waves of pleasure rip through her, jerking and writhing, impaled on two fingers that were still turning and wriggling inside her pussy, with Mina’s other hand now acting as a kind of anchor, pressing down on her bottom and holding her still.
When it was over this time Shelley lay on the massage table shivering and panting, her entire body rendered limp and useless by the power of her climax. Mina quietly and gently withdrew her fingers and without speaking began to lightly massage Shelley’s back with long firm strokes from shoulder to buttocks and back again. Eventually Shelley regained enough control to raise her head and look around, blowing out her breath in a long drawn out exhalation.
‘Phew!’ The word expressed pleasure, contentment and relief all in one happy sound.
‘You like?’ Mina asked, smiling broadly.
Shelley nodded earnestly, unable to express in words how she felt.
‘Then turn over please.’
Shelley hadn’t imagined things continuing after what she had just gone through, but she was only to happy to obey, although she couldn’t help but notice as she did so just how slippery her entire body was, making it difficult to gain the purchase to do so. Even her hands slid on the table surface, but with a little giggling and sliding she rolled onto her back with her arms by her sides and her feet just naturally apart. Mina looked down at her with her same broad smile.
‘I have shower for you afterwards.’ She assured her.
Minas dribbled even more oil down Shelley’s front, her free hand lightly following along to spread it into a smooth shiny film, even over Shelley’s breasts and between her legs onto her already highly sensitised pussy. Shelley flinched slightly, bringing a quick look and then a comprehending smile from Mina.
‘Relax.’ Mina instructed softly. ‘You will reach your completion soon.’
Shelley breathed in deeply in anticipation, realising from the strange remark that Mina had more in store for her yet, and she was looking forward to finding out what. Right then she knew she would let Mina do any damn thing she wanted to her, absolutely anything. The session, she realised, had gone from therapeutic massage to outright erotic masturbation, and she didn’t mind a bit, although her friend Carol might have a little explaining to do when she saw her next.
Shelley gazed up at Mina’s pert chocolate breasts as she lay before her, wondering vaguely what it was like for her to massage women, to touch them so intimately. Mina must be gay or at the very least bisexual, she concluded, to be able to do it every day, and yet she wasn’t getting anything in return. The thought that she was enjoying being played with by a lesbian and the speculation as to what that said about her own sexuality was driven from her mind when Mina’s hands came down onto her breasts and began a gentle manipulation, squeezing her nipples between two fingers at the same time. She moaned softly, not even trying to hide her enjoyment.
For several minutes Mina continued just to play with Shelley’s breasts, letting her recover from one orgasm but keeping her aroused for the next. Occasionally one hand would leave her breast and sweep over her abdomen and down to her pubes, slipping quickly onto her pussy before returning the reverse journey, and slowly those journey’s would become more frequent until eventually both her breasts and her pubes were being massaged equally.
‘That is so good.’ She remarked in a whisper, wanting Mina to know that she was enjoying her attentions.
‘Ssshhh.’ Mina admonished her softly. ‘Let it happen.’
Shelley nodded mutely and just enjoyed the sensations, parting her knees a little more as Mina burrowed deeper between her legs. Deep within her pelvis gentle warmth was telling her that the fires were not yet exhausted. She looked sideways at Mina, her eyes fastening on Mina’s dark pubic hair, and wondering if she ever had this same thing done to her. Who would do it for her, she wondered, unless perhaps one of her clients would return the favour.
Before she could take the train of thought any further her musings were interrupted by Mina moving to stand beside her hips and pushing her legs open, lowering each foot over the edge of the table as if to be sure they remained wide apart.
Again a little dribble of oil over her pussy and then Mina bent forward a little apparently to focus on what she wanted to do. Shelley frowned to herself a little apprehensively at what would require such concentration, but Mina just parted Shelley’s long inner lips and held them open with two fingertips so that she could use a finger of the other hand to play directly with her still very sensitive clitoris, scratching and circling the tip as it peeked out from under the hood. The sensation was intense and Shelley’s breath came out with a hiss, her own fingers gripping at the sides of the table as the warmth inside her turned into a blaze.
Mina looked at her and smiled, her fingertip still teasing Shelley’s clit, making her react with little jerks of her hips and gasps of excitement. Shelley could feel another, her third, orgasm building inside her and was just afraid that Mina would stop before she came.
But just as before, Mina had understood what was happening and had no desire to stop, only to continue and bring Shelley to orgasm once more. Now she pressed the very tip of her finger hard onto Shelley’s clit and wiggled it, the change of sensation sending Shelley over the edge and making her cry out loudly again as she came.
This time Mina didn’t back off to let Shelley recover, instead she just removed the wicked little finger that had been stroking her clit and used the two fingers from her left hand to stroke the full length of her pussy, fondling and massaging the puffy flesh so that Shelley’s excitement remained high. And whist she was doing this the fingers of her right hand being dipped into the oil, rolled around in the shallow little bowl to make sure they were well coated.
Mina then sought the entrance to Shelley’s vagina with her oily hand, finding it and inserting two fingers as far as they would go. For a moment she held them still, but then she began pumping them steadily in and out, thrusting hard inwards and pulling them out slowly and delicately, the contrast serving to exaggerate their effect. Shelley looked up to meet Mina’s lovely brown eyes looking intently back at her as if checking for effect. She smiled gratefully and Mina returned her smile, pushing and twisting her fingers deep into Shelley at the same time.
‘Oh yes.’ Shelley couldn’t help the little exclamation, but Mina only smiled wider.
With her hands gripping hard onto the edge of the table Shelley was rapidly reaching the point of no return once again, but then Mina stopped and looked down at Shelley’s pussy, the sudden change putting her orgasm on hold for the moment. Mina pulled her fingers out, making Shelley moan with disappointment, but she didn’t take them away. Instead she changed the shape of her hand, turning it so that rather then the two fingers entering her one above the other, they were now side by side and there were three fingers instead of two, stretching Shelley’s vagina and sending jolts of pleasure through her every time the fingers slid home.
Then Mina stopped again, more of a pause really, and only to allow herself to bring a fourth finger into play, now pushing all of her long slim fingers into Shelley’s hole. She pushed and wriggled until her hand was entering as far as her thumb, almost to point of hurting for Shelley, although the discomfort simply translated itself into intense pleasure and was bringing her back to the very edge of coming.
Then Shelley felt Mina’s thumb being bent and introduced to her entrance, and her eyes shot open with alarm as she understood the girl’s intention. She had never been fisted, nor did she think she wanted to be. The idea of someone’s entire hand being inside her was just too scary. But Mina was twisting and pushing her hand in and Shelley could feel herself opening for her. She wanted to do it, wanted to be that brave, that adventurous, but the concept was just too much. She raised her hand, shaking her head in panic, scared of continuing even though she was wishing she had the courage.
‘No! Don’t!’
Mina stopped immediately and withdrew her hand, folding two fingers and her thumb out of the way and then cautiously sliding the other two back inside.
‘I’m sorry.’ Shelley apologised. ‘I just daren’t do it.’
‘No problem.’ Replied Mina gently. ‘It frightens some ladies. You all right now?’
Shelley knew that she really meant by that question was did she want to continue with the two fingers that Mina was still gently wriggling inside her. There was nothing she wanted more, her alarm had killed the orgasm that was so close to exploding through her, but she was still highly aroused. Her pussy was throbbing and pulsing with need and the possibility of another climax was still hovering just below her horizon, waiting to be called forward once again. She nodded, ruefully giving her consent to this less adventurous activity, not even thinking that only an hour previously she would have considered it out of the question.
Mina’s fingers began to thrust slowly in and out, not hard and not rapidly, just quietly pushing inside her before retreating again, and at the same time her left hand started to run along her body, stroking and caressing from pubes to breasts and back again in a gentle return to massage. Shelley just relaxed and let her carry on, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the attention in contrast to the fierce stimulation of a few minutes before. Part of her was relieved that Mina had not continued with her intention, but another part almost wished that she had been pushed into accepting it. Now, as Mina softly stroked and fingered her she could imagine what it would be like to have someone’s hand inside her, and she had to admit that the idea would be a hell of turn on if only she had the courage. She looked up at Mina and smiled dreamily, letting her own imagination and Mina’s touch combine to bring her back towards another climax.
For a while Shelley enjoyed what Mina was doing, taking sensual pleasure in the hand that circled her breasts, squeezing and fondling each in turn, tugging gently on her nipples before sliding a flat palm back and over her smooth shaven pubes, and a more direct erotic stimulation from the two fingers that gently but firmly slid in and out of her vagina, sometimes wriggling a little, sometimes being hooked to drag at the roof of her passage and sometimes being forced right in deep so that the rest of Mina’s hand was pushed hard onto her entrance. At that point Shelley invariably wished she had let Mina force herself all the way in, but then, if she had, this languid eroticism wouldn’t be happening. She sighed to herself regretfully and let Mina continue, feeling her budding orgasm growing until it was impossible to ignore and she began to gasp quietly from the jolts of pleasure it was shooting into her pussy.
Seeing that Shelley was getting close again Mina changed her technique, speeding up her reciprocating fingers and bringing her other hand down, pressing two fingers into Shelley’s slit to play with her clitoris, gently but rapidly flicking her fingertips from side to side over the head.
Shelley groaned, getting closer and closer to the edge again, and wishing more and more that she had let Mina do what she wanted.
‘I wish…’
She nearly asked Mina to do it, but at the last moment her nerve failed, and anyway, she told herself, she was too close to coming now. Next time, she promised herself, the next time the opportunity arises I’ll do it, I promise I’ll let it happen. Her mind built on her fantasy until she could almost imagine Mina’s entire hand slamming into her just as her fingers were now. It would give her the most fantastic climax she had ever had, especially if fingers were flashing across the tip of her clit the way they were now. She raised her head to watch what Mina was doing, but all she could see was flattened fingers vibrating from side to side and a brown forearm moving increasingly quickly where Mina’s other fingers rammed themselves into her. If only there had been a mirror. She let her head fall back and surrendered herself to her orgasm.
For long seconds she hovered on the brink, just on the painfully wonderful edge of a climax, until Mina thrust into her even harder one time, and that was enough. She felt her orgasm explode deep inside her, wave after wave of pure ecstasy rippling out through her body like surf hitting a beach. She cried out, not once but each time another wave of pleasure flooded through her, squeezing her eyes shut and tipping her head back, grabbing at the table edge, her back arching, lifting her hips from the table as if attempting to take those magic fingers even deeper. It seemed to last forever and all the time Mina kept up her movements, a continuous stimulation of Shelley’s pleasure spots that slowed and eventually ceased only when Shelley’s jolting movements tailed away and she finally lay gasping and sweating on the table, her entire body trembling and quivering with tiny aftershocks.
Mina let her fingers slip from Shelley’s pussy and began gentle movements along her legs using the flat of her palm to stroke her softly, her other hand doing the same thing on her stomach. She smiled as Shelley licked her lips and looked up, her chest still heaving and her heart still pounding.
‘You like?’
Shelley nodded almost imperceptibly. ‘I like.’
Mina hands were now resting motionless on Shelley’s skin and she let them lay there, a warm gentle pressure that served to bring the session to a quiet and peaceful end.
‘When you are ready there is a shower through there.’ Mina lifted one hand to indicate a door beside the screen that Shelley had undressed behind so long ago. ‘Then we will have cups of tea.’
Shelley smiled as Mina quietly left her to recover in her own time, watching the stunning dark skinned girl walk towards another door at the opposite end of the room. Her accent, Shelley thought, was just like her massage, totally unique and absolutely beautiful.