Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 01:41:40 -0800 (PST) From: Nyann Subject: WILDOX Project This story is a product of my imagination. If you are of illegal age, go find some site with games. If descriptions of two adult women making love turn you off, consider yourself warned, I will not be held responsible for your partner's complaints. If you passed the above checks, sit back and enjoy! You may also take notes and let me know your comments. WILDOX PROJECT It was one of those long Thursdays when the working day just didn't seem to be reaching an end. Actually, the whole week had been dragging itself infinitely and I was looking forward to finally get some rest during the weekend. "I hope you don't have any plans for tonight, Erin," said Laura as she walked into our office. My heart jumped, but the expression on her face was telling me, she was not enquiring about my whereabouts because she wanted to ask me out. "What's up?" I asked. "One of the partners on WILDOX project decided to drop out the last minute," she said desperately. I knew what that meant. The whole project needed to be rewritten and adjusted to 6 partners only. And since the deadline was in two weeks and the remaining partners would need to see and sign the corrected version as well, it needed to be done as soon as possible, preferably yesterday. This Thursday was just turning out worse and worse. I was working in a company that was dealing with writing project proposals. We had neither a research nor a production unit, our job was to follow calls for papers issued by the Governmental institutions, and then finding partners that had the equipment and knowledge to carry out the project we were about to put together. This last project had to do with wild oxlip and a certain substance in it, that might have remedial effects. Laura and I had been a good team for the last two and a half years already. I was responsible for the scientific part of the projects, she knew in which way to put my ideas down to make them look appealing for both, partners and project's evaluators. She also took care of the bureaucratic part of the projects and was good at what she was doing. She had been with the company for 5 years longer than me, which gave her much more experience than I had. People that were dropping in and out our office were often making jokes about our business-wise alliance, saying, it is apparent at first sight already. My favorite attire were jeans and sweaters, my short, blond hair was always a bit messy, while Laura with her hand-tailored suits, always perfectly styled long, dark blond hair and just enough make-up to hardly notice she was wearing any, was a body of perfection. "I suppose that means I need to drop whatever it is I'm working on right now?" I expressed my thoughts out loudly. "Am afraid so, sweetie," she responded hopelessly. She had a habit of calling many female co-workers that way, therefore it did not mean anything special right now either. I wished it would, though.... With a long sigh I got up from behind my desk and went to the metal case, where all the projects were filled. Getting out a thick folder I returned to Laura's desk and dropped it loudly on it. "OK, let's get it done with then," I said and sat on the chair I pulled from my desk to hers. The nature of our job and constant deadlines were forcing us to often work late hours, but the payment was adequate, so I had no problems with it. Actually, even if the money was not as good as it was, I did not mind it anyway, because it gave me the opportunity to spend extra hours with Laura. I enjoyed staying at the office with her when no-one else was around anymore. It was giving me a somehow intimate feeling, a feeling I was longing for whenever around her. I enjoyed sitting at her desk, inhaling her CK perfume. I cherished the moments when we would reach for the same paper at the same time, consequence being our hands touching for a brief moment, and felt overwhelmed by the smile she sent my way after each of such moments. I loved the moments when she touched my elbow or shoulder when explaining something particularly important. Come to think of it, there was nothing I did NOT like about her. "I've just about had it with this project!" she exclaimed after we tried to correct the paragraph we got stuck on for the nth time. "Let's take five." She offered me one of her Philip Morris cigarettes and lit it for us as well. As we were both trying to stretch our muscles, sore from the rigid sitting throughout the afternoon, we noticed the night had caught up on us. I checked my wrist watch. It said 23:23. "I guess this one will be the longest one so far," Laura said noticing my gesture, referring to the day that kept on extending itself. Indeed, up until now we always managed to schedule our work in such a way, so we could go home by midnight the latest. This time we were not even close to had it done. But then again, we never had to do so much work within such a little time given. "Are you hungry, Erin? I know I am." And without waiting for my answer, she went on, "I have an idea. Let's finish this work at home and grab something to eat on the way. Who knows, change of environment might even improve our focusing." "Sounds good to me, " I said with a tired voice. "Your place or mine?" Her eyes, beautiful blue eyes, met mine and we both smiled at the ambiguity of the question. After a brief discussion we decided to go to my place, since it was much closer to the office and a Chinese take-away restaurant was nearby also. While Laura was saving the work done so far on a floppy, I collected the papers, and we were ready to leave. * * * Entering my apartment on the 5th floor with our food, we decided to at least eat in peace, without any papers or forms or computers around. While eating we were mainly discussing my place, that apparently made a big impression on Laura, which made me feel really good. To be honest, my improved mood was not solely a consequence of her admiring my apartment, it had more to do with the fact she was in it. There was something homely in looking at her across the dining table, rambling about countless details she noticed around herself. I wished it could last forever, but I knew there were more urgent things to do. For now at least.... After finishing the meal we sat ourselves in the living room. She sat on the couch with laptop in front of her, I sat on the floor next to her, my lap filled with papers. Shortly our full attention returned to the project again. With time passing by I was getting more and more tired, wondering if we were ever going to finish on time. I removed my sweater, hoping that staying in sleeveless T-shirt would make me feel colder and consequently wake me up a bit. "Nice tattoo," Laura said, taking a look at my shoulder, which caught her attention. And was it just my wishful thinking or she did actually lower her glance at my chest, where the instant of fresh air reaching my body and the touch of a sweater being removed over them hardened my braless nipples? "Thanks," was all I replied, trying to stop my flow of thoughts that had nothing to do with the work we were doing. I guess my taking off the sweater was initiative enough for Laura to remove the jacket of her dark blue suit very soon after. She revealed a silk blouse in color of sand, but that was not what my staring was focused on. It was her lace bra, slightly visible through the tenuous fabric that caught my eye. And there they were again, those thoughts.... "Do you think this part is OK?" she asked then, leaning forward and pointing at a paragraph on the screen. Her movement brought her chest so close to me, I could feel the heat radiating from her body. It also revealed a sight on the beginning of her breasts through the cleavage of the blouse. In a desperate attempt to regain my concentration and remain professional, I focused my eyes on the screen, wondering if she moved like that on purpose, because she felt me observing. I was pretty sure she did, since she could easily point out that paragraph with the mouse, but I had no idea of whatsoever about the reason for it. At least not a rational idea, that would make sense to me. "Maybe we can add a part of the 4th work package in here as well," I suggested, not being sure anymore, what exactly the 4th work package was about. "Good idea," she responded, so I guess my suggestion did make sense. She started making the corrections. I lowered my eyes on her long, manicured fingers smoothly motioning over the laptop's keyboard and I caught myself wondering how their tips would feel on my bare skin. "What do you think?" her words reached my ears. "Wonderful," I responded, still drifted away by my thoughts. "Erin?" Something in her half-laughing voice brought me back to reality and I realized, her question probably had nothing to do with what I was thinking at the time. "Aaa... what was the question about?" I laughed back, trying to play cool. "What was the answer about?" The tone of her voice changed into almost whispering one and our eyes met for a moment. A very long moment.... As she saw I had no intention of responding to her last question, she repeated herself. "I was saying, that we would also need to adjust the financial part, and was wondering which would be better to do, reduce the budget or increase the number or working hours. What do you think?" *I think you are gorgeous.* "I would say the former, since already now working hours were fully used." "I was afraid you gonna say that," she sighed knowing, it meant more work that way. * * * It was something past 9 AM when we finally finished. It felt like a miracle, but the tiredness and sleepiness were telling me, it had nothing to do with unnatural forces. Laura volunteered to go print out everything at the office and had it delivered to our boss for reviewing, while I was supposed to write e- mails to the remaining partners, explaining about the different turn in the project and informing them they would receive the new version by the end of the day. We agreed she would return back to my place afterwards, in case there would be something that still needed to be corrected after she had spoken with our boss. Once she was gone I sent those e-mails. I was estimating she would need about two hours before returning, so I decided I would have time for a shower as well. But I hardly finished dressing when the doorbell rang and Laura entered the apartment simultaneously. "Wow! Now THAT is what I call speed," I laughed, feeling much better after refreshing shower. "I have good news and bad news!" she said furiously and walked into the living room. "Which one do you want to hear first?" "Tell them in the order you found out about them," I said cautiously while following her to the living room. "Okay, bad one first then. That stupid partner decided his institute wants to be in the project after all, so the original draft is going through. Meaning, our whole work last night was to no purpose of whatsoever!" "Tell me you're kiddin'!" I could not believe what I was hearing. "Nope! That..." she was looking for a word that would adequately express her anger for the dropping out- and-in partner, but went on without finding it, "... just called when I was with the boss!" Despite the sleepless night we were forced into to produce a result that was for no-one's use anymore, seeing her that angry for the first time, pacing back and forth, made me laugh out loud. She looked at me strangely, not knowing what to think of it, but apparently she became aware of the ridiculous situation herself and started laughing with me. "So, what's the good news then?" I asked, after we calmed down a bit. "The boss was very impressed with what we did, so we are getting a bonus anyway, plus he said we can take the rest of the day off," she replied. "So I stopped at the bakery and got us some fresh bagels," she said, lifting up a paper bag, that I only noticed now. "Great! Just what I need," I replied taking the bag out of her hands and headed for the kitchen. "You smell very nice," she said in a low voice as she followed me. I turned around to face her and noticed, she was only inches from me. "Thank you," I replied with a hoarse voice, drowning in her eyes gazing directly at me. I wanted to tell her she smelled very nice, too, but perfectionist as she was, knowing she had been up all night and still wearing yesterday's clothes, she would surely not believe me, so I did not say anything. But she did smell so invitingly nice.... "So, how do you like your coffee when home-made?" I asked to break the silence and to give myself the chance to regain my senses. "Black, one sugar." I could tell by her voice, the intensity of the moment got to her as well. I felt she needed to recollect herself as well, because she simply turned around saying, "I will resend the e-mails to the partners while you are preparing breakfast." "Okay, their addies are in the WILDOX folder," I replied. That being said, she disappeared in the living room. * * * "I think I'll be going now," Laura yawned. The breakfast plates, now full of crumbs only, were in the middle of the table, our coffee cups were empty. "I could use a shower and God knows I could use some sleep, too," she smiled weakly, as she got up the chair. "I think you could use some sleep as well, sweetie," she added and finally looked at me. I was trying very hard for my eyes to tell her, I don't want her to go, that I want her to take the shower at my place and sleep in my bed. And it seemed as if that was exactly what she was trying to read in them, but somehow I did a lousy job. She picked up her jacket and purse, and headed for the hallway. "Laura..." I followed her, as she reached the main door. "Yes?" she turned towards me. And there they were again, her curious eyes numbing me. I just shook my head in 'nothing' manner and smiled at her. "Have a nice weekend!" I said then. "Jesus Erin, will you just ask me to stay!" she said in almost annoyed voice. I was so shocked over her straightforward statement I could hardly breathe, let alone say anything. She made two short steps towards me, took my hands in hers and leaned her forehead against mine. "You do want me to, don't you...." she added calmly with the warmest smile of them all. It felt so natural, our touch, like we had done it countless times before. "I couldn't think of a reason," I smiled back. "There doesn't always need to be one." "I was afraid you might refuse." "Try me," she said and finally moved her forehead away from mine, but still holding my hands. "Laura?" "Yes, Erin?" "Would you like to stay for a while longer?" "Only if I may take a bath." "Second door on the left," I motioned my head towards the bathroom. Completely needless though, since she was using it during the night already, but somehow this whole conversation was turning into a joyful game and I wanted to go along with it. "And I will need some clean clothes to put on." "Second door on the right." That was the bedroom, where the wardrobes with my clothes were. "See, that wasn't so hard," she said, let go of my hands, briefly brushed my cheek with the back of her hand and passed me to the living room. Now I was the one not knowing what to think of it. Or maybe, afraid to believe. * * * While Laura was taking a bath, I did the dishes and then threw myself on the couch. I had no idea what I started to watch on TV, because by the time I got aware of myself again it was starting to get dark outside. I checked the time, and it was getting 7 PM. Noticing I was covered with a blanket that was surely not there when I obviously dozed off, I became aware of muffled noises from the kitchen. I got up to see what was happening. It was Laura making herself busy with some food. She had black Reebok jogging pants on and one of my favorite white T-shirts that said 'Eat me!' on the back. *Would love to,* I thought to myself, and smiled. There was something unreal with the scene I was observing. Laura moving silently around my kitchen, wearing my clothes, preparing food for us.... It was like we had been living together for a long time already. I got that homely feeling again and was loving each and every moment of it. "What's wrong with this picture?" I asked. Laura turned around to the sound of my sleepy voice. "Hey," she said softly and smiled at me. "Had reasonably enough sleep?" she enquired then. "Reasonably," I smiled back and approached her to see what she was preparing. It looked like tuna sauce for pasta, and I noticed also, the pasta was already boiling as well. "I don't think it's a good idea for you walk on these tiles," she motioned against my bare feet. "I'll be fine, Laura, thanks!" I was amused by her caring for my well being. "Why would there be something wrong with the picture?" she referred to my previous question, returning back to what she was doing. "I don't know. You, in my kitchen, preparing food while I am sleeping...?" As she turned her profile to me I noticed she was not wearing any bra. "Well, don't fell too guilty about it, I took a nap myself, and woke up only about 20 minutes ago," she explained not noticing what I was staring at. "You did?" I could kick myself for sleeping THAT through. "Yeah. When I came out of the bathroom your were sleeping like a baby, so I figured I could join you," she smiled at me. "Some host I am, eh?" I asked ironically. She looked at me. "Sweetie, if I would consider you a host, that would make me a guest, and I don't like to consider myself that way. Not here," she said gently. My head started to spin with her words and I needed to lean against the counter. I was hoping it was because of just waking up, not because of what her words might mean. Laura let go of her doings once more, stepped in front of me and placed her hands against the counter on either side of me. "How long are you going to keep on fighting me?" she asked in a whispering voice. I felt all the blood from the body reaching my head in a single second. *Am I so transparent? And so ignorant I did not notice she knew?* "Until I am sure what your feelings for me are," I tried to be as reasonable and honest as possible in the given circumstances. "For crying out loud, baby, isn't it obvious?" she went on with a weak tone. "Or you need a big flag with red imprinting on it saying 'Erin, I am heels over head in love with you'?" Despite the fact I was completely flabbergasted over her frankness, I had to smile at the flag image I saw in my head. "Well, it might be an inte..." "Erin..." she stopped my attempt to make a joke. I WAS ignorant. Her eyes were revealing so much caring even a blind could see. I raised my hands to cup her face and leaned forward to slowly place my lips on hers. It was the warmest and sweetest feeling I had ever experienced in my life. Laura placed her hands on my hips, and the warmth spreading from them burned my skin so intensively I started to shiver all over my body. As she parted her lips and I did mine to welcome her offered tongue in my mouth, I felt a tear sliding down my face. She felt it, too, and broke the kiss only to embrace me strongly. "Too many emotions, baby?" she whispered in my ear stroking my hair. Admiring her susceptibility I could only nod. "Let's have a dinner then, and give this feeling some time to settle," she suggested gently. I nodded again. Giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek she returned her attention once more to the food. The pasta was ready and while she was straining it to put the sauce over it, I dug up a bottle of white wine from the fridge. She had already prepared the dinner table before I had joined her in the kitchen, so all we still needed to do was sit down. "Mmm, this tastes really good!" I complimented her pasta. "Thank you," she smiled and brushed my hand with hers. "And this was not even real cooking," she went on with a light tone. "I would love to try your REAL cooking then, some day." "Anytime," she said a bit more seriously and our eyes met again. She went on talking about her favorite food and how much she liked to cook. Regardless what she was describing she always managed to be entertaining with it. I was observing her hand elegantly reaching for the glass of wine. After taking a sip she brushed her lips with tongue to remove any drops of wine that might had lingered on them. I enjoyed the motion of her hand while rolling spaghetti around the fork. I was admiring her tanned and smooth skin, and even if without make-up now, she still looked a perfect 10. How could I not be crazy about her? After dinner she insisted on doing the dishes. "What am I supposed to do in the meantime?" I laughed at her pushing me out of the kitchen. "Read a book or a magazine, watch some TV, entertain yourself... Actually, for that I would like to be present as well," she winked at me, but her voice picking up a slightly hoarse shade. We just stood there, gazing in each other's eyes. I knew she would not push me until I felt I was ready for all the emotions overwhelming me and I loved her for it. "Do whatever you like just remove yourself from here and relax," she finally chased me out of the kitchen. So I went to place myself on the couch and turned the TV on. But I was not really focused on the screen. My thoughts went back to those moments prior to dinner. I could still feel Laura's hot lips on mine, I still felt her hands on my waist, the warmth of her body pressed against mine. I could hardly believe this wonderful woman was giving herself to ME. I could not sit still anymore, I found my way back to the kitchen. I sneaked behind her and placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck. Goose bumps overflowing her were telling me, I found a good spot. She stood still for a brief moment and then promptly turned around to face me. Within a second we were all over each other's mouth. Her tongue was exploring mine, I wanted to taste hers. She was kissing my neck and sending powerful waves down my entire body. I seized her buttocks and pressed her hips against mine. "Oh, Erin," she left out a moan which only increased my desire for her. With my hands still on her behind I lifted her slightly and sat her on the counter. She spread her legs to let me get closer, and entwined her ankles behind me. I found my way under her T-shirt and as she felt my hands on her bare back another moan came out of her perfect mouth. "Erin... I want you... so bad..." She was whispering breathlessly in my ear in- between kisses, and my legs got all jelly-like with it. It was me releasing a moan this time. With her legs still wrapped around my body I lifted her in my arms to take her to the bedroom. *I guess all those hours spent at fitness are paying off,* I smiled within myself while carrying my woman to the bedroom to make love to her. We flatly hit the bed still kissing like crazy. I rolled on top of her, and started to move up and down her in slow motion, rubbing myself against her. Laura placed her hands on my butt, helping my movements with slight presses against it. It was driving me crazy despite the fact we were still fully dressed. It seemed Laura felt the same. Then her hands moved up under my T- shirt and I finally got to find out, how her fingers would feel on my bare skin: heavenly. She ran her nails up and down my sides and the pleasure was indescribable. I moved myself slightly to the side to release one arm that I was leaning on before and placed now free hand on her hip to caress it with the whole palm. I started to slowly move it more to the middle and slightly pressed against her pubis. Laura's gasp told me everything I needed to know. Soon my hand found its way up, under her T-shirt, slightly stroking her belly. Then I finally broke the kiss and started to move my mouth down on her. I reached her breast with the nipple already hardened and embraced it with my lips only to breathe warm breath on it. But Laura wanted to feel me on it without any fabric interference. She pulled her T-shirt up to the neck and exposed her breasts to me. They were beautiful, round and firm, with nipples aroused so much I thought they were going to explode. It was all the stimulation I needed to take that sweet desert back into my mouth. I placed my hand on her other breast, gently squeezing the nipple. Laura curved underneath me and released another deep moan. I don't think she had any idea about what she was doing to me with her moaning. My need for her was growing bigger with each moment, I could tell by the feeling between my legs. I raised myself and positioned my legs on either side of her hips. Lowering my behind on her groin I started to remove my T-shirt. I was somewhere half way when Laura's hands found my breasts. Removing the shirt completely I looked down on her hands, only to see her beautiful long fingers playing with my nipples. I leaned back on my hands and curved myself towards her to fully enjoy her fondling. My hips started a slow back and forth motion. With each movement forward Laura pressed her hips against me, making sure I felt her pubic bone pressing against mine with each thrust she made. I felt I could get lost in ecstasy already. Then she lifted her upper body and replaced her hands with mouth. Feeling her tongue playing with my nipple made me wanting to scream of pleasure. I embraced her and rolled us over, now she was on top of me. She sat on my hips and gave room for me to remove the annoying T-shirt from her as well, in one smooth move. She leaned over me just enough for the top of her breasts to touch my skin. Feeling caresses of her hard nipples over mine was driving me insane. She lowered herself completely and started to kiss my neck. I placed my hands on her back, and started a slow travel towards her bottom. When I reached the rib of her pants I hooked it with my thumbs and pulled it down half way. Only then I realized, she was not wearing any panties either. Of course, she was changing at my place and probably didn't dare to take mine. I guess my hands on her bare buttocks was distraction enough for her, because she stopped nibbling on my ear and curved herself backwards. "Oh, baby..." She looked at me then, and whispered breathlessly: "I'm afraid I'm ruining your pants." "Why?" I whispered back with the same panting voice. She slid slightly to the side, and staring straight in my eyes she took my hand in hers and led it on her belly. But she didn't stop there, she moved it underneath the pants and kept going down. I felt our fingers reaching her hairs and then... "Sweet Jesus!" I groaned again as we reached her deeper. "See... this... is what you do to me," she moaned with our fingers still remaining on her. She rubbed my fingers against herself a bit and then took my hand out of her pants. She raised it up to her mouth and took my fingers in. I felt her tongue licking her own juices off my fingers. And all along she was holding her gaze on me. I found this so erotic I could scream. I raised myself to her and kissed her on the mouth only to realize, I wanted to taste more of what was still lingering on them. I rolled Laura on her back again and laid myself next to her. I started kissing her neck, stroking her amazingly soft skin with my tongue. I worked my way down on her breasts, teasing the tips of her nipples. She laid her hands on my head and pressed it harder against herself. I took her whole breast in my mouth still flicking my tongue against her nipple. Laura's moans were getting increasingly louder, driving me more and more hungry for her. I kissed my way down to her belly, playing with my tongue in her navel. I placed my hand on her hip, slightly pulling down her pants and moved my head to kiss the newly exposed skin. I exposed also her other hip, making sure it was getting the same attention as the first one. I continued to play on both hips, lowering the pants inch by inch, until they were low enough to expose her hairs to me. It was nicely trimmed, forming a narrow line, disappearing under the rim of the pants. I kissed that line, slowly following its contours with my tongue. The scent of Laura's desire for me was reaching my senses. Still kissing her hairs' line I pulled Laura's pants down to her knees, completely exposing her. Laura was getting impatient, because she bent her knees to make it possible for me to remove the pants completely. I looked at her and noticed, breathing heavily she was observing my every move. We smiled at each other as I grabbed her pants and removed them. She spread her long legs as to invite me and whispered: "Take me...." I moved myself to her feet, with her legs on either side of me and started kissing her ankle, caressing the other one with my fingers at the same time. Ever so slowly I was working my way up her shin... reaching the knee... and then her inner thighs.... Bringing my mouth over her sweetness and letting the tip of my tongue slightly brush against it, filled with anticipation Laura's breathing increased even more, she could not gaze at me anymore. Raising her chest she curved her head backwards and violently grabbed the bed sheets with the both of her hands. "Oh... baby... please..." With each touch of my tongue I increased the pressure, drinking her juices, until Laura's half screaming caused not even I was able to withhold myself anymore. I entered her with my tongue. "Oh, yes!" she screamed and grabbed my head to press it against herself more. "I'm... baby... YES!" I felt her dilate and her whole inside started pulsating. With my tongue still where it was, Laura started to thrust her hips against my head, trying to prolong her trance. She made me feel like a God. When she calmed down a bit, I placed one more kiss on her sexy pubis and laid myself next to her. She turned her body towards me and placed her head on my shoulder. I embraced her, gently kissing her forehead, waiting for her body to relax. She finally looked at me and smiled. "That was..." she started weakly, trying to describe the moment we had just shared. "YOU are..." I smiled back at her, brushing a tuft of hair off her face. She gently kissed me on the mouth and went on saying, "You taste like me." "I wonder why," I giggled. "Teaser," she said playfully then. "I thought you are never going to find the spot." "No worries, your sweet aroma would lead me to it anyhow," I replied and she kissed me again. I felt the tip of her tongue brushing against my lips and I spread them to meet it. Kissing on softly she started caressing my breasts with the back of her hand and it didn't take long for my nipples to harden again. Satisfied with what she had achieved, she moved her hand under my pants and caressed my hip. I let out a stifled groan. She started to draw invisible circles on my outer thigh, with each circle moving more on the inside. I automatically widened my legs to let her have easier access. "Do these still need to be on?" she asked with seducing voice in my ear, referring to my pants. Obviously she was not expecting any reply from me, because she immediately lowered herself and pulled them off. I was expecting her to return where she was, kissing me, but instead she climbed over my legs and placed a kiss on my hip. I was still very excited from our previous lovemaking, so a single kiss of hers was enough for me to start feeling another heat wave hitting my body. I spread my legs a bit more. She started kissing my pubis, and even if there was a fabric in- between, it was sending shivers all over me. Suddenly her tongue brushed against my lower lips. "Aah..." I imagined my panties must had been completely wet, since it felt like nothing was separating me from Laura's tongue. I was so very ready for her. But to my surprise she got up and after her, "I will be right back," she jumped off the bed and disappeared from the bedroom. A few moments later she walked back in, holding a small bottle in her hand. "I saw already before, you were expecting me," she smiled and lifted the bottle up as she climbed back into bed. I noticed it was my massage oil. Strangely enough, but I DID think of Laura, when I was buying the oil, since I knew she had finished a massage course. I smiled at her. "Okay, turn around your pretty body," she ordered me. I placed myself comfortably on my stomach and I felt Laura taking off my panties, exposing my bare behind to her. Then she sat on my upper thighs, with her knees at my waist. I heard her open the bottle and soon I felt her slippery hands on my shoulders. She was kneading them in slow motions, pressing knots out with her thumbs. As with everything she ever did in her life, she was being very thorough, making sure she massaged each and every muscle. She went on with long movements along my spine. Up... and down.... It was relaxing me so much I could fall asleep, if it wasn't for her long fingers reaching the sides of my breasts from time to time, and for her nipples brushing against my back each time she leaned forward to reach my arms. Furthermore her naked sex was pressing against my butt, leaving trails of her wetness on me, and with each movement down she did, she was forcing my pubis to rub against the cold bed sheets. All this was just arousing me more, but then again, something was telling me that was exactly what she wanted to achieve. I didn't complain. When she was done with my back about 15 minutes later, she turned herself to face my legs. She started at my toes, but soon realized she would need to leave them alone, because I was simply too ticklish for it. She went on with shanks, over the back of my knees, and all the way up to my mid thighs, which is the most she could reach, since she was still sitting at the top of them. She did one leg first and then the other one equally thorough. After she finished, she turned herself again to face my head, but now she sat herself on my lower legs. As I soon got to find out, she wanted to do not only what was left of my thighs, but my bottom as well. Moving her hands up from the thighs onto my bottom, I started to feel her thumbs approaching my crotch more and more with each movement she did. When I felt her thumbs brush against my lips for the first time, my whole body shook. With it, I could hear a satisfied exhale from Laura. Her brushes against my sex were getting more and more frequent and I spread my legs as much as I could, wanting to capture her touch more. Very soon all that was left of a massage was her middle finger rubbing between my lower lips, and my hips started an up-and-down movement, synchronized with her rubbing. "Aah... Laura..." I started moaning and my breathing was getting deeper. Leaning on my knees I raised my butt in the air, and almost instantly I felt her finger slip inside me. "Oh, God!" I groaned loudly. She pressed her hips against mine and leaned over me so I could feel her nipples in my back. She started slow movements of her finger in and out me, lifting me above my senses. Never letting go of the rhythm, her thrusts were becoming increasingly stronger and deeper. Just when I thought that was the most I could take, she reached around my hips with her other arm and pressed her finger against my clit. "YES..." I was almost screaming by now, reaching new levels of my body's awareness. She synchronized the thrusts of one hand with the circles she was doing with the other. The room was filled with my half screaming and Laura's heavy breathing, and very soon I started to feel my whole body contract. "Yes baby, do it!" I yelled and almost instantly came around Laura's finger. Then everything went blank. When I was finally able to open my eyes, my sweet Laura was lying in my arms again. We were both still catching our breath, but slowly calming down. We gently kissed. "I love you, Laura," I whispered. "I know.... I love YOU," she smiled at me. I leaned back on the pillow and held her close to me. They say, there are no guarantees in life, but she was giving me more than I could ever ask for. I did not know how things would turn out, what the future had in its sleeve for us. The only thing that was important was, it was US now. I did know one thing though. For as long as I would live, I would always be grateful for the WILDOX project. Soon we were both asleep. Sweet dreams, my princess!