Amanda’s Massage
I had had an excruciating week in the office. Maureen felt sorry for me and gave me a gift certificate for a massage. When I opened the card and saw what it was, I gave Maureen a big hug and thanked her.
"Ellen, this girl is fantastic." Maureen told me. "You have to go to her apartment -- she doesn't have a separate place or anything. A friend of mine told me about her and I've been to Amanda quite a few times and her massage makes me feel so much better ... it's just amazing. I really hope you like it."
Maureen's enthusiasm had me convinced, even though I'd never had a massage before. So, I called and made an appointment for the following Tuesday afternoon. I scheduled as late in the day as I could so I wouldn't have to leave work too early. I had put in so much time that I didn't feel at all guilty amount knocking off an hour early.
Tuesday came, and I arrived at Amanda's apartment. I rang the bell and was met at the door by a tall young woman who looked to be a few years younger than me. She was very pretty with very straight dark hair which reminded me of my own hair in my college days. She wore a yellow bodysuit, with a belt around her very slender waist that had a little pouch containing a couple bottles with pump tops.
"Hi, I'm Amanda. You must be Maureen's friend. Please, come in." The girl said, and she extended her hand.
"Yes, I'm Ellen ... pleased to meet you." I said and shook her hand. She had a strong grip; more like a man's. I stepped into the large entry way of her home. "I've got my table set up right through here." She indicated a doorway just off the foyer.
Heavy d****s covered the only window and admitted almost no light from the outside, even thought it was a bright sunny day. There was minimal furniture; a couple low tables in the corners, a side table with bottles of lotions on it; and a massage table in the middle of the room. Amanda had placed scented candles all around the room; they were all lit and gave the room a warm and intimate ambiance, and the aroma was lovely, too -- it reminded me of jasmine with overtones of some sort of spice. There was a CD player on the floor under the side table with soft soothing sounds emanating from it ... not exactly music really, though I could hear something playing softly in the background. But the dominant sound was of falling rain. Behind the steady 'hiss' of a rain shower, there was a distinct pitter patter of rain dripping on a tin roof, as well as that of drops splashing in puddles -- it reminded me of rainy summer days as a c***d when our family spent vacations at our cabin in the woods. The room, overall, was a delight and very cozy.
"Oh Amanda, this is so nice ... I just love it." I said, quite sincerely, as I looked all around the room and took it in.
"Oh thanks. I firmly believe that a nice relaxing atmosphere is essential -- I come in here to meditate, too. Now, Ellen, you can hang your cloths on these hooks on the back of the door, here. If you want to leave your underwear on, that's up to you, though a bra makes it difficult to massage your back; but it's your choice. When you're ready, you can lie on the table -- face down to start - there's a large towel on the table to cover yourself with. I'll give you a few minutes and then I'll be in."
"OK." I said.
She left and pulled the door closed. I removed my shoes and reached around behind my back to unzip my dress; I removed it and hung it from the hook Amanda had indicated. I wore no pantyhose since it was summer. I unclasped my bra and hung it on a hook, as well; I hesitated about my panties, then decided to keep them on. Before I climbed onto the table, I looked down at my naked body in the soft dim candlelight and thought I didn't look all that bad for a girl my age. My tummy was pretty flat and my small breasts were still firm and upright and had not suffered from gravity. I couldn't see my bottom but I gave it a little squeeze with my fingers and felt how nice and tight it was from the many hours suffered at the gym.
All in all, not bad for an older babe, I thought to myself.
I lifted the towel and climbed on the table and lay with my head resting on the padded headrest; and then I d****d the towel, as best I could, over my bottom. I lay there a couple minutes just listening to the soothing sound of rain falling and the deep breathy sound of whatever that instrument was that was playing in the background.
"All ready?" Amanda said as she came into the darkened room.
"Uh huh." I replied.
First thing, Amanda arranged the towel so it only covered my bottom. “Leaving your panties on?” “For the time being.” Then she put some fragrant lotion on her hands and began. She started on my upper back and neck area.
"Is this your first time?" Amanda said softly. "Are there any areas you'd like me to give special attention? You know ... any aches or sore muscles?"
"Well yes, this is my first massage. And I guess my legs could use a little extra work, I just started a cycling class at the gym and my thighs have been sore the past couple days."
"OK, we'll see if we take care of that for you." She said, and then she went to work.
It felt wonderful. I could feel the tension releasing as her magic fingers pressed and manipulated and squeezed. I wondered why I hadn't ever tried a massage before and vowed to myself that I would become a regular devotee of Amanda's in the future.
She worked on my arms and fingers and head, even my scalp, then she did my back and shoulders, and finally, she got to my legs and my sore thighs. I felt relief from the soreness immediately.
As she massaged my upper legs, I felt both hands pressing and sliding up the back of my thigh right up to my bottom, and then her hands would separate and go down the sides of my leg to my knee, and then she repeated the process. As Amanda's fingers slid from the top of my thigh to the sides, her one hand was pressing my inner thigh and I realized I was getting a little tingle, perhaps because she was so close to my pussy. Though I also noticed she seemed to be taking care not to touch me there, except that her hands a few times did go up very high on my bottom and manipulated the muscles of my bum and that felt really good. But that too, gave me thrilling shivers.
She worked my thighs for a fairly long time. Of course, I had told her they needed extra attention; but as she worked the sore muscles, I kept getting sensations between my legs of increasing intensity each time she reached the top of my thigh and slide her hand inside my leg. She massaged the tendon at the top of my thigh and came close to my pussy; the feeling was sensational.
She switched to my other leg and repeated the same process as with the first leg. The tingling and delightful sensations between my legs intensified even more. I knew I was getting wet there and I desperately hoped Amanda didn't notice -- that would have been so embarrassing. I now wished I had taken off my panties, because I was certain that my excitement was showing. But I could feel that the towel was still in place protecting my modesty.
Maybe, I thought, my mild excitement wasn’t sexually driven but was because my body so relaxed from Amanda's magic hands and my mind so dreamy from the ambience of her lovely room and the soothing music. I didn't know. I’ve been aroused by women before and this had all the feelings of that. But I wasn’t thinking about Amanda 'like that' as she continued to work on my other thigh. I just knew I was getting turned on. I was even starting to shift my hips around a little trying to discreetly exert some pressure on my mound because of the tingling in my "little nub."
"OK, it’s time to turn over. Take your time." Amanda said very softly. I felt her lift the towel slightly so it wouldn't get twisted around me as I rolled over.
"Scooch down a little so I can remove the head rest, OK?" She instructed.
"Uh huh." And I scooched.
Amanda began on my neck and the tops of my shoulders and then even massaged my face. I was relieved that she wasn't doing my thighs again and hoped my excitement would subside in due time. She did my arms again, the muscles in the front this time. Then she shifted to my chest, and I was impressed how she managed to avoid placing her hands directly on my bare breasts, but still was able to work the muscles around and between them. Of course, her hands and fingers ended up very close and I felt my breasts moving around as her hands drew up my sides pressing muscles along the way and pressing into the sides of my breasts a little bit. But at least it did not excite me as her working on my thighs had done, so I breathed a little sigh of relief. I did open my eyes briefly -- I'd kept them closed the whole time up until then -- and I noticed that my nipples appeared to be rock hard and distended more than I could ever remember. Oh well, I thought, I'm sure she's seen lots of women's nipples in her line of work. So, I closed my eyes again and relaxed and enjoyed the soft sounds and delightful fragrances and the exquisite sensations as my body continued to be pampered. I could still feel myself juicing and was sure my panties were visibly wet now.
Amanda moved down to my tummy and at one point did something with her arms and elbows that felt like I'd been placed in a dough kneading machine. It felt nice, but it felt a little weird, too. Then she started on my legs again -- the fronts this time. She did my feet and toes, and I couldn't believe how good that felt -- I had sensations in my head and scalp and shivers and chills that ran through me as she manipulated my feet and toes.
Soon, she had moved up my legs and she started to work on the front of my right thigh. As soon as her hands and fingers approached the apex of my legs I started to tingle and broke out in goose bumps. As before, she was careful not to actually touch me “there”, but each time her hands got close my state of arousal increased. The level of excitation was far greater than when she'd done the backs of my thighs. My skin suddenly felt very sensitive. As with the back side, her hands went up under the towel and she worked on muscles high on the sides of my hips and some around the front too, but when her hands slid down, she avoided getting too close to my "womanhood." That is, until I squirmed abruptly and her fingers lightly touched my pussy lips. It wasn't her fault, really.
"Oh! I am so sorry!" She exclaimed, but still in a very soft voice.
"That's OK. It felt good actually." I blurted out. "I have to confess, I've really been getting turned on as you've been doing my thighs."
"Well, that does happen every so often. I can stop if you like." She offered.
"Oh no! Please don't stop." I said, sounding almost desperate.
Amanda gave me a little knowing smile as she resumed her work on my thigh. Only now as her fingers seemed to encroach a bit more each time until finally her fingers brushed over my panties and skimmed my pussy lips near my clit and I felt an electric charge surge through my lower extremities. I moaned.
"Am I getting the right spot?" Amanda whispered.
"Oh yes ... perfect." I said breathlessly.
On the next pass her fingertips ran up my pussy lips and actually passed over my clit with more pressure. My hips jerked up involuntarily pressing her fingers into my clit which was on fire.
"Oh!" I sighed as my breathing started coming in short little gasps.
Her fingers lingered over my clit, teasing me. Amanda pushed the fabric of my panties against it and the friction of the fabric caused my entire body to tense. “Do you realize how wet you are?” Amanda whispered. “I have a pretty good idea” I said softly. “Let’s get rid of the panties.” I nodded. Her fingers found the waistband of my panties and she peeled them down my legs, very slowly and sensuously. Amanda then held the panties for me to see the dark stain. “Look” she whispered and sc****d some of my juices from the gusset of my panties. She brought her finger to my mouth, and I tasted my arousal. It was now hard to breathe.
A hand came up and pressed on my mound. Amanda’s other hand went to work on my pussy. I watched as she dipped her fingers into the crease of my lips below my clit and slowly drew them away. They came away wet and slippery from my copious secretions. I could see strands of my juice stretching from her fingers to my pussy. God, I never felt so aroused, it was such an erotic sight. She inserted her fingers in my crease again, except, instead of removing them again she moved them up my slick groove until she found my clit again and she slowly rubbed me there.
She had seduced me. "Oh yes ... yes! Please don't stop ... please." I begged her. I spread my legs as far as I could without them falling off the sides of the narrow table.
My tummy was quivering and my hips rose to meet Amanda's fingers. Hot chills radiated out from my pussy and all though my body. Muscles inside my pussy were involuntarily pulsing rhythmically. I felt her other hand now on my thigh and it moved quickly up and her fingers probed me and found my opening. A finger, maybe two, penetrated me and slid up into the slippery wet folds of me. The fingers explored and found sensitive places that made me gasp and made my hips undulate and sent fire through me. Then I felt Amanda's fingers on my clit disappear.
"Don't stop!" I cried. As I spoke, I felt a warm wetness on my clit that started to flick rapidly over my hypersensitive swollen nub. This surprise brought a muffled scream as I came. But Amanda didn't stop after pushing me over the edge.
When I recovered somewhat, I opened my eyes and saw her bending over the table with her head between my legs as she continued to generate exquisite sensations with her tongue and mouth. She started sucking my clit into her mouth. Her pretty bottom was facing me, and I reached out and placed my hand on it and felt her tight ass as she licked and sucked my pussy. I reached up and tugged at the clasps of her bodysuit. It snapped open and her bodysuit flew up to her waist exposing a matching yellow thong. And now it was Amanda’s gasp that I heard.
I let my fingers run over Amanda’s pussy, which was sensuously cupped by her thong. She began to moan as I lightly stroked her. The vibrations from her moans lit up my clit as she continued to suck at it between her teeth. My hips began to writhe as another orgasm began its voyage. I looked down at Amanda and could see nothing but lust in her eyes. I thought I caught a glimpse in her eye and then I felt fingers slide inside me. Amanda curled them up and found my button and began to rub it quite hard as she continued to work my clit. I felt my body giving in to her, at first slowly but then I began a headlong rush into my second orgasm. My back arched off the massage table as my legs began to shake.
"Oh my god” … and a long moan “aaaaah!" as I came again.
When I regained some sense of reality again, Amanda’s face came up and she kissed me for the first time. Long and deep, with a lot of tongue.
As she kissed me, I reached over and placed my hand on Amanda's thigh and moved my fingers up her soft flesh until I felt her panties; the gusset was wet with her juices. Her hips twisted and squirmed at my touch, which elated me -- I wanted to give her some small measure of the pleasure she was giving me. I worked my fingers under the elastic of her thong and found her slippery wet slit. I slowly slid my fingers inside her, moving them slowly in and out. I managed to work my thumb up and find her clit. As I worked my fingers in and out of her tight pussy, my thumb ran back and forth over her hard little clit.
"Oh fuck!" She yelped.
"Do you like that, Amanda?" I said as I continued to fuck her with my hand. "Can you come for me?"
"Oh yes! geeeeeeeez ... I’m already close" she said, struggling to speak.
I slowed my pace and delicately stroked the walls of her vagina with my fingers. As I did so, I was amazed how good it felt to touch her so intimately after she had made me come. I wanted to return the favor badly.
"Amanda ... Can I taste you ..." I said, my voice quivering with excitement and tinged with a little fear of the unknown. I could think of nothing I wanted to do more at that moment.
Amanda stood up and pulled her bodysuit over her head -- she wore no bra and her breasts were pert and delightfully proportioned to her long frame. She pulled her panties down and stepped out of them.
"How do you want me?" She asked. “I just want to taste you, however that works.”
Amanda somehow got up onto the narrow table and straddled my head, and then she lowered her hips slowly to me. I watched the pink folds of her pussy come closer and closer. I spread her lips with one hand, opening Amanda, exposing her pinkness. Then I felt her warm flesh pressing lightly against my lips and I took in the pungent fragrance of her sex. I kissed and licked the inner folds of her lips, then extended my tongue and pressed it between her pussy lips. She tasted salty and I felt a hard lump of flesh inside the folds. I licked up and out of her crease and realized I was too high for her clit. I moved lower and licked again and felt my tongue rasp over the tiny tip of her swollen nub. It was the right place; Amanda’s hips jerked and twisted on my face. I had to reach around and hold her thighs to keep her pressed to me as I started to flick my tongue back and forth over her erect clit.
As I started to work over her clit in earnest, I felt my own pussy getting attention. Amanda had lowered her head between my legs; her mouth locked onto my pussy she began sucking and licking me. My clit was so sensitive that I came again quickly and thrashed under Amanda's mouth. My sounds of ecstasy were muffled by Amanda's cunt pressed to my mouth. After a brief lapse, I resumed trying to bring Amanda to her first climax.
I dipped a finger into her slit, lubricating it. I brought it to the opening of her rosebud and put a bit of pressure against it. I felt Amanda tense, but I got no complaint so I pressed a little bit harder. My finger began to penetrate her anus and then I could feel it relax as my finger entered her. Amanda’s body tensed; her tummy muscles contracted, her ass went rigid and her thighs squeezed my head. “Oh god, that feels so fucking good.”
I stroked her clit with my tongue and Amanda’s hips began to respond. As she moved with my tongue, her movements meant that my finger began to finger fuck her behind. I bit her clit to suck it between my teeth causing a guttural moan from deep inside Amanda. I knew she was close. She could no longer work my pussy because she was gasping for breath in short moans. Then her pussy let loose and Amanda’s came into my mouth as her hips started bucking up and down.
"Oh fuck ... that was so ... oh so fucking good ... oh thank you Ellen." She said after a while. She climbed off me and stood next to the table, but she had to hold on ... her legs were still quivering.
Amanda leaned over me and kissed me ... on the mouth with intense passion; and I responded in kind. Soon our tongues were twisting together and exploring each other's mouths. It was one of the most passionate kiss I'd ever experienced.
“Amanda, I’m so glad Maureen put us together. That was the best massage I’ve ever had … and maybe the best sex.” “That will be our secret … no mention of the last part to Maureen. I promise.”
"Ellen, this girl is fantastic." Maureen told me. "You have to go to her apartment -- she doesn't have a separate place or anything. A friend of mine told me about her and I've been to Amanda quite a few times and her massage makes me feel so much better ... it's just amazing. I really hope you like it."
Maureen's enthusiasm had me convinced, even though I'd never had a massage before. So, I called and made an appointment for the following Tuesday afternoon. I scheduled as late in the day as I could so I wouldn't have to leave work too early. I had put in so much time that I didn't feel at all guilty amount knocking off an hour early.
Tuesday came, and I arrived at Amanda's apartment. I rang the bell and was met at the door by a tall young woman who looked to be a few years younger than me. She was very pretty with very straight dark hair which reminded me of my own hair in my college days. She wore a yellow bodysuit, with a belt around her very slender waist that had a little pouch containing a couple bottles with pump tops.
"Hi, I'm Amanda. You must be Maureen's friend. Please, come in." The girl said, and she extended her hand.
"Yes, I'm Ellen ... pleased to meet you." I said and shook her hand. She had a strong grip; more like a man's. I stepped into the large entry way of her home. "I've got my table set up right through here." She indicated a doorway just off the foyer.
Heavy d****s covered the only window and admitted almost no light from the outside, even thought it was a bright sunny day. There was minimal furniture; a couple low tables in the corners, a side table with bottles of lotions on it; and a massage table in the middle of the room. Amanda had placed scented candles all around the room; they were all lit and gave the room a warm and intimate ambiance, and the aroma was lovely, too -- it reminded me of jasmine with overtones of some sort of spice. There was a CD player on the floor under the side table with soft soothing sounds emanating from it ... not exactly music really, though I could hear something playing softly in the background. But the dominant sound was of falling rain. Behind the steady 'hiss' of a rain shower, there was a distinct pitter patter of rain dripping on a tin roof, as well as that of drops splashing in puddles -- it reminded me of rainy summer days as a c***d when our family spent vacations at our cabin in the woods. The room, overall, was a delight and very cozy.
"Oh Amanda, this is so nice ... I just love it." I said, quite sincerely, as I looked all around the room and took it in.
"Oh thanks. I firmly believe that a nice relaxing atmosphere is essential -- I come in here to meditate, too. Now, Ellen, you can hang your cloths on these hooks on the back of the door, here. If you want to leave your underwear on, that's up to you, though a bra makes it difficult to massage your back; but it's your choice. When you're ready, you can lie on the table -- face down to start - there's a large towel on the table to cover yourself with. I'll give you a few minutes and then I'll be in."
"OK." I said.
She left and pulled the door closed. I removed my shoes and reached around behind my back to unzip my dress; I removed it and hung it from the hook Amanda had indicated. I wore no pantyhose since it was summer. I unclasped my bra and hung it on a hook, as well; I hesitated about my panties, then decided to keep them on. Before I climbed onto the table, I looked down at my naked body in the soft dim candlelight and thought I didn't look all that bad for a girl my age. My tummy was pretty flat and my small breasts were still firm and upright and had not suffered from gravity. I couldn't see my bottom but I gave it a little squeeze with my fingers and felt how nice and tight it was from the many hours suffered at the gym.
All in all, not bad for an older babe, I thought to myself.
I lifted the towel and climbed on the table and lay with my head resting on the padded headrest; and then I d****d the towel, as best I could, over my bottom. I lay there a couple minutes just listening to the soothing sound of rain falling and the deep breathy sound of whatever that instrument was that was playing in the background.
"All ready?" Amanda said as she came into the darkened room.
"Uh huh." I replied.
First thing, Amanda arranged the towel so it only covered my bottom. “Leaving your panties on?” “For the time being.” Then she put some fragrant lotion on her hands and began. She started on my upper back and neck area.
"Is this your first time?" Amanda said softly. "Are there any areas you'd like me to give special attention? You know ... any aches or sore muscles?"
"Well yes, this is my first massage. And I guess my legs could use a little extra work, I just started a cycling class at the gym and my thighs have been sore the past couple days."
"OK, we'll see if we take care of that for you." She said, and then she went to work.
It felt wonderful. I could feel the tension releasing as her magic fingers pressed and manipulated and squeezed. I wondered why I hadn't ever tried a massage before and vowed to myself that I would become a regular devotee of Amanda's in the future.
She worked on my arms and fingers and head, even my scalp, then she did my back and shoulders, and finally, she got to my legs and my sore thighs. I felt relief from the soreness immediately.
As she massaged my upper legs, I felt both hands pressing and sliding up the back of my thigh right up to my bottom, and then her hands would separate and go down the sides of my leg to my knee, and then she repeated the process. As Amanda's fingers slid from the top of my thigh to the sides, her one hand was pressing my inner thigh and I realized I was getting a little tingle, perhaps because she was so close to my pussy. Though I also noticed she seemed to be taking care not to touch me there, except that her hands a few times did go up very high on my bottom and manipulated the muscles of my bum and that felt really good. But that too, gave me thrilling shivers.
She worked my thighs for a fairly long time. Of course, I had told her they needed extra attention; but as she worked the sore muscles, I kept getting sensations between my legs of increasing intensity each time she reached the top of my thigh and slide her hand inside my leg. She massaged the tendon at the top of my thigh and came close to my pussy; the feeling was sensational.
She switched to my other leg and repeated the same process as with the first leg. The tingling and delightful sensations between my legs intensified even more. I knew I was getting wet there and I desperately hoped Amanda didn't notice -- that would have been so embarrassing. I now wished I had taken off my panties, because I was certain that my excitement was showing. But I could feel that the towel was still in place protecting my modesty.
Maybe, I thought, my mild excitement wasn’t sexually driven but was because my body so relaxed from Amanda's magic hands and my mind so dreamy from the ambience of her lovely room and the soothing music. I didn't know. I’ve been aroused by women before and this had all the feelings of that. But I wasn’t thinking about Amanda 'like that' as she continued to work on my other thigh. I just knew I was getting turned on. I was even starting to shift my hips around a little trying to discreetly exert some pressure on my mound because of the tingling in my "little nub."
"OK, it’s time to turn over. Take your time." Amanda said very softly. I felt her lift the towel slightly so it wouldn't get twisted around me as I rolled over.
"Scooch down a little so I can remove the head rest, OK?" She instructed.
"Uh huh." And I scooched.
Amanda began on my neck and the tops of my shoulders and then even massaged my face. I was relieved that she wasn't doing my thighs again and hoped my excitement would subside in due time. She did my arms again, the muscles in the front this time. Then she shifted to my chest, and I was impressed how she managed to avoid placing her hands directly on my bare breasts, but still was able to work the muscles around and between them. Of course, her hands and fingers ended up very close and I felt my breasts moving around as her hands drew up my sides pressing muscles along the way and pressing into the sides of my breasts a little bit. But at least it did not excite me as her working on my thighs had done, so I breathed a little sigh of relief. I did open my eyes briefly -- I'd kept them closed the whole time up until then -- and I noticed that my nipples appeared to be rock hard and distended more than I could ever remember. Oh well, I thought, I'm sure she's seen lots of women's nipples in her line of work. So, I closed my eyes again and relaxed and enjoyed the soft sounds and delightful fragrances and the exquisite sensations as my body continued to be pampered. I could still feel myself juicing and was sure my panties were visibly wet now.
Amanda moved down to my tummy and at one point did something with her arms and elbows that felt like I'd been placed in a dough kneading machine. It felt nice, but it felt a little weird, too. Then she started on my legs again -- the fronts this time. She did my feet and toes, and I couldn't believe how good that felt -- I had sensations in my head and scalp and shivers and chills that ran through me as she manipulated my feet and toes.
Soon, she had moved up my legs and she started to work on the front of my right thigh. As soon as her hands and fingers approached the apex of my legs I started to tingle and broke out in goose bumps. As before, she was careful not to actually touch me “there”, but each time her hands got close my state of arousal increased. The level of excitation was far greater than when she'd done the backs of my thighs. My skin suddenly felt very sensitive. As with the back side, her hands went up under the towel and she worked on muscles high on the sides of my hips and some around the front too, but when her hands slid down, she avoided getting too close to my "womanhood." That is, until I squirmed abruptly and her fingers lightly touched my pussy lips. It wasn't her fault, really.
"Oh! I am so sorry!" She exclaimed, but still in a very soft voice.
"That's OK. It felt good actually." I blurted out. "I have to confess, I've really been getting turned on as you've been doing my thighs."
"Well, that does happen every so often. I can stop if you like." She offered.
"Oh no! Please don't stop." I said, sounding almost desperate.
Amanda gave me a little knowing smile as she resumed her work on my thigh. Only now as her fingers seemed to encroach a bit more each time until finally her fingers brushed over my panties and skimmed my pussy lips near my clit and I felt an electric charge surge through my lower extremities. I moaned.
"Am I getting the right spot?" Amanda whispered.
"Oh yes ... perfect." I said breathlessly.
On the next pass her fingertips ran up my pussy lips and actually passed over my clit with more pressure. My hips jerked up involuntarily pressing her fingers into my clit which was on fire.
"Oh!" I sighed as my breathing started coming in short little gasps.
Her fingers lingered over my clit, teasing me. Amanda pushed the fabric of my panties against it and the friction of the fabric caused my entire body to tense. “Do you realize how wet you are?” Amanda whispered. “I have a pretty good idea” I said softly. “Let’s get rid of the panties.” I nodded. Her fingers found the waistband of my panties and she peeled them down my legs, very slowly and sensuously. Amanda then held the panties for me to see the dark stain. “Look” she whispered and sc****d some of my juices from the gusset of my panties. She brought her finger to my mouth, and I tasted my arousal. It was now hard to breathe.
A hand came up and pressed on my mound. Amanda’s other hand went to work on my pussy. I watched as she dipped her fingers into the crease of my lips below my clit and slowly drew them away. They came away wet and slippery from my copious secretions. I could see strands of my juice stretching from her fingers to my pussy. God, I never felt so aroused, it was such an erotic sight. She inserted her fingers in my crease again, except, instead of removing them again she moved them up my slick groove until she found my clit again and she slowly rubbed me there.
She had seduced me. "Oh yes ... yes! Please don't stop ... please." I begged her. I spread my legs as far as I could without them falling off the sides of the narrow table.
My tummy was quivering and my hips rose to meet Amanda's fingers. Hot chills radiated out from my pussy and all though my body. Muscles inside my pussy were involuntarily pulsing rhythmically. I felt her other hand now on my thigh and it moved quickly up and her fingers probed me and found my opening. A finger, maybe two, penetrated me and slid up into the slippery wet folds of me. The fingers explored and found sensitive places that made me gasp and made my hips undulate and sent fire through me. Then I felt Amanda's fingers on my clit disappear.
"Don't stop!" I cried. As I spoke, I felt a warm wetness on my clit that started to flick rapidly over my hypersensitive swollen nub. This surprise brought a muffled scream as I came. But Amanda didn't stop after pushing me over the edge.
When I recovered somewhat, I opened my eyes and saw her bending over the table with her head between my legs as she continued to generate exquisite sensations with her tongue and mouth. She started sucking my clit into her mouth. Her pretty bottom was facing me, and I reached out and placed my hand on it and felt her tight ass as she licked and sucked my pussy. I reached up and tugged at the clasps of her bodysuit. It snapped open and her bodysuit flew up to her waist exposing a matching yellow thong. And now it was Amanda’s gasp that I heard.
I let my fingers run over Amanda’s pussy, which was sensuously cupped by her thong. She began to moan as I lightly stroked her. The vibrations from her moans lit up my clit as she continued to suck at it between her teeth. My hips began to writhe as another orgasm began its voyage. I looked down at Amanda and could see nothing but lust in her eyes. I thought I caught a glimpse in her eye and then I felt fingers slide inside me. Amanda curled them up and found my button and began to rub it quite hard as she continued to work my clit. I felt my body giving in to her, at first slowly but then I began a headlong rush into my second orgasm. My back arched off the massage table as my legs began to shake.
"Oh my god” … and a long moan “aaaaah!" as I came again.
When I regained some sense of reality again, Amanda’s face came up and she kissed me for the first time. Long and deep, with a lot of tongue.
As she kissed me, I reached over and placed my hand on Amanda's thigh and moved my fingers up her soft flesh until I felt her panties; the gusset was wet with her juices. Her hips twisted and squirmed at my touch, which elated me -- I wanted to give her some small measure of the pleasure she was giving me. I worked my fingers under the elastic of her thong and found her slippery wet slit. I slowly slid my fingers inside her, moving them slowly in and out. I managed to work my thumb up and find her clit. As I worked my fingers in and out of her tight pussy, my thumb ran back and forth over her hard little clit.
"Oh fuck!" She yelped.
"Do you like that, Amanda?" I said as I continued to fuck her with my hand. "Can you come for me?"
"Oh yes! geeeeeeeez ... I’m already close" she said, struggling to speak.
I slowed my pace and delicately stroked the walls of her vagina with my fingers. As I did so, I was amazed how good it felt to touch her so intimately after she had made me come. I wanted to return the favor badly.
"Amanda ... Can I taste you ..." I said, my voice quivering with excitement and tinged with a little fear of the unknown. I could think of nothing I wanted to do more at that moment.
Amanda stood up and pulled her bodysuit over her head -- she wore no bra and her breasts were pert and delightfully proportioned to her long frame. She pulled her panties down and stepped out of them.
"How do you want me?" She asked. “I just want to taste you, however that works.”
Amanda somehow got up onto the narrow table and straddled my head, and then she lowered her hips slowly to me. I watched the pink folds of her pussy come closer and closer. I spread her lips with one hand, opening Amanda, exposing her pinkness. Then I felt her warm flesh pressing lightly against my lips and I took in the pungent fragrance of her sex. I kissed and licked the inner folds of her lips, then extended my tongue and pressed it between her pussy lips. She tasted salty and I felt a hard lump of flesh inside the folds. I licked up and out of her crease and realized I was too high for her clit. I moved lower and licked again and felt my tongue rasp over the tiny tip of her swollen nub. It was the right place; Amanda’s hips jerked and twisted on my face. I had to reach around and hold her thighs to keep her pressed to me as I started to flick my tongue back and forth over her erect clit.
As I started to work over her clit in earnest, I felt my own pussy getting attention. Amanda had lowered her head between my legs; her mouth locked onto my pussy she began sucking and licking me. My clit was so sensitive that I came again quickly and thrashed under Amanda's mouth. My sounds of ecstasy were muffled by Amanda's cunt pressed to my mouth. After a brief lapse, I resumed trying to bring Amanda to her first climax.
I dipped a finger into her slit, lubricating it. I brought it to the opening of her rosebud and put a bit of pressure against it. I felt Amanda tense, but I got no complaint so I pressed a little bit harder. My finger began to penetrate her anus and then I could feel it relax as my finger entered her. Amanda’s body tensed; her tummy muscles contracted, her ass went rigid and her thighs squeezed my head. “Oh god, that feels so fucking good.”
I stroked her clit with my tongue and Amanda’s hips began to respond. As she moved with my tongue, her movements meant that my finger began to finger fuck her behind. I bit her clit to suck it between my teeth causing a guttural moan from deep inside Amanda. I knew she was close. She could no longer work my pussy because she was gasping for breath in short moans. Then her pussy let loose and Amanda’s came into my mouth as her hips started bucking up and down.
"Oh fuck ... that was so ... oh so fucking good ... oh thank you Ellen." She said after a while. She climbed off me and stood next to the table, but she had to hold on ... her legs were still quivering.
Amanda leaned over me and kissed me ... on the mouth with intense passion; and I responded in kind. Soon our tongues were twisting together and exploring each other's mouths. It was one of the most passionate kiss I'd ever experienced.
“Amanda, I’m so glad Maureen put us together. That was the best massage I’ve ever had … and maybe the best sex.” “That will be our secret … no mention of the last part to Maureen. I promise.”
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