Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2003 15:25:24 +0000 (GMT)
From: Emma Parkinson <emmaloveboat@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Massage

She was late, but there again the traffic was heavier than usual this
Saturday morning and her tardiness had given me that extra little time to
tidy the apartment that I shared with 3 other girls who were all first
year students at the same Uni as I in Hull.

Christa had `phoned mid week and expressed a desire to see my newly
found rented accommodation. Most of the students I know live like pigs
and in that we four were no exception, clothes of both an intimate nature
and not strewn where they were taken off, dishes left unwashed for days
and a general air of "studenty disarray" pervaded the place which would
take an army of industrial cleaners to unravel and make good. But there
was just me as Beth, Liz and Sonia had gone home to their families for
this extended weekend break.

Truth to tell, that was exactly what I was planning to do until Christa
rang. I thought a weekend with my family would be a nice break after not
seeing them for more than a month since I moved in here.

Christa's call ended all that and here I was all scruffy and sweaty
waiting for her arrival. Was there time for a quick shower before her
arrival? Apparently not because just then there was a firm knock on the
street door.

I rushed to answer and there she stood complete with suitcase, all 5'2
of her, and looking radiantly beautiful on this fine morning in the
English early Autumn. Suitcase? Was she planning to stay a while? Where
would she sleep? All these things I wondered as we embraced, and taking
her case I led her through to the "best room".

Christa was 35, I knew that much and knew also that she was married to
Bob and that she had a son who was nearing his fourteenth birthday. To me
then at just turned 18 she was the epitome of grace and slender petite
femininity and I wanted nothing more than to be like her when I reached
her age. She was my heroine.

"Nice place Em," she said, "certainly better than the pad I had when I
was at Uni." She had a history degree, I knew that too because she had
taught me in the last two years at school.

I basked in her praise of this grotty place as I gave her the obligatory
tour and gasped once as our breasts touched when we both turned to go
though one of the doors at the same time. An upturned half smile and a
sort of knowing look was all I got from Christa when that happened.

"I didn't realise you were coming to stay Chris," I said when she
asked me where she could sleep, "thought you were just coming over for
the day."

"Well Bob has gone on a golfing trip and Sam had arranged to go scouting
so I thought I'd spend a couple of days with you...if you don't mind
of course," she added as an afterthought.

"Gosh no," I stammered, mentally making a note to find some clean
sheets to put on Beth's bed for her to sleep on, "delighted Chris,
It's great to have you here."

Truth to tell I was more than delighted to be spending the weekend alone
with this dark haired, svelte lady with the figure of a pocket Venus that
I had secretly admired for so long, and unconsciously my most feminine
secretions began to flow as the fantasy, and fantasy it could only be, of
the two of us locked in a naked embrace passed fleetingly through my
mind.

"Penny for them Em," said Christa, touching my hand and looking up into
my eyes. I had been day dreaming that fantasy of us making love and she
had awoken me from it just as my tongue was about to enter her soft
wetness.

"Sorry Chris, I was just thinking of something," I replied, coming back
to earth with a bump and combined with the sweat from my endeavours in
tidying up the house my feminine leakage made me realise that I needed to
clean up, and fast.

"I need a shower," I said, "I didn't have time earlier before you
arrived and I feel all scruffy."

Christa laughed and told me I looked divine, a huge compliment from her I
thought, but then she said, "Mind if I have one too? My back is killing
me from sitting in that little car for 2 hours and a hot shower may do it
some good."

Mind? I didn't mind, just the thought of seeing her naked oozed more of
my juices into my already too damp panties.

"I could give you a massage if you like Chris, and we can chat at the
same time, catch up on things and what's been happening since I came
here," I volunteered.

"Ohhh, a massage, I just love to be massaged," said Christa as we made
our way to the bathroom, "you go first."

I stripped and she watched! My body isn't bad, not bad at all but I was
conscious of her appraisal when the last piece of clothing, my panties of
course, with the so obvious dark patch of wetness contrasting with the
whiteness of the material finally lay at my feet.

She looked at them for a second and her gaze moved up and rested on my
pussy, then moved higher and lingered on my breasts until she finally
made eye contact still with that knowing half smile that I found so
entrancing. I fled into the shower with reddening cheeks as she began to
undress.

At that point I wanted to make myself cum but didn't dare in case she
heard my moans of pleasure which would cause more embarrassment and
probably frighten her away, and so minutes later I emerged wet and
frustrated to be handed a towel by the naked object of my desires as she
passed me and entered the shower stall.

"I'll put a sheet on the bed Chris," I said having hurriedly dried
off, "because I'm going to use some oil with the massage."

In truth I had no massage oil but I knew where to find some. Beth had
given me a massage two nights previously and I knew she had a draw full
of different bottles.

I don't know if Beth fancied me but her touch during that session had
certainly worked some sort of magic, especially when her deft little
fingers wove between my thighs and either carelessly or by design had
touched my curly black pubes. We had both gasped when that happened and
as I opened my eyes I noticed that hers were dreamily closed, her mouth
open as if she were in wonderland. The spell was quickly broken when Liz,
another roomie popped in to nosey around and borrow some clothing.

Nothing further had happened between Beth and I but the sensual, sexual
feelings she had brought to the fore in me still lingered on and I so
desperately wanted to weave the same magic spell on Christa to see what
would happen.

Grabbing the first bottle of oil that came to hand and taking it back to
my room, I had just spread a cover on the bed when Christa entered and
asked me where I wanted her to lie.

Words failed me then and my mouth dried up so I just pointed to the bed
whilst rubbing the musky smelling massage oil between my palms. There was
something of the show off about Christa as that lithe, toned body posed
for me for a second before sinuously flowing belly down onto the bed,
arms stretched wide and thighs just parted enough to allow me a glimpse
of jet black pubic hair through which I was just able to see the darkling
pinkness of her most sacred Holy of Holies.

I asked her where the pain was and she put a hand behind her and pointed
to a place on her lower back, but that could wait I thought because I
wanted to make the moment last forever and give her the longest and most
sensual massage my untrained fingers would allow.

Naked as the day I straddled her buttocks, knees taking nearly all the
weight with my pussy resting ever so gently on those gorgeously taut bum
cheeks that just craved my later attentions (I hoped), and stretching
forward from that position I began to massage her perfect shoulders.

She gasped as I rubbed, the tension in those knotted muscles draining
away with every stroke of my oiled but inexperienced fingers as they made
their way lower, touching her breasts which swelled invitingly outwards
from the weight of her body. Fingers lingered there and fingernails
gently scratched the sides of those pure white globes which contrasted so
excitingly with the light tan of her body.

Did she move slightly then? Or was it my imagination? There was another
gasp from Christa when somehow those same fingers were able to touch a
small but extremely hard nipple for the briefest of moments before her
weight again pressed it down on the sheet and I withdrew those fingers to
continue stroking the rest of her body.

I was really worked up by now, my silly 18 years old barely adult mind
playing fantasy games, wanting her, wanting her so very much to reach a
manicured hand back and slide a finger, then another into my sacred
opening.

I had by now reached the point where Christa had experienced her pain and
moving backwards so that my pussy was resting between her so delectable
parted thighs I began the massage anew but noticed that I had left behind
a wet patch of my womanly secretions which was disappearing fast between
the twin globes of her buns and which surely must soon make contact with
her puckered anus which was tantalisingly hidden from view.

I wanted to lick her then, lick my juices form that wondrous valley but
dared not in case it offended her. She began to moan as my fingers
touched and massaged her bum cheeks and I wondered if they were moans of
sensual pleasure from the finger pressure or whether they were really
moans of ecstasy. My fantasy preferred to think the latter but bringing
myself sharply back to reality I knew deep down she could not be
experiencing the very same feelings that I was and that it was after all
a thing in my mind.

Changing position yet again I moved now to straddle her lower back but
facing the other way this time. The only contact between our bodies was
that of my now very damp pubes teasing her skin. I knelt higher then so
that the bodily contact was broken -- something deep within me had
triggered the start of an orgasm which I was powerless to stop and which
shook my naked frame with the force of a tornado hitting a shanty town.

I defy any woman to have a meaningful orgasm and keep completely silent
about it and in that I was no exception, but tried my hardest to limit
the noise to gasps and heavy breathing.

Steadying myself once more I resumed my former position and began to
stroke those taut white globes from the other direction. Was that a soft
chuckle I heard behind me then? Or was my devious mind playing still more
tricks?

There was more than a little wetness oozing from me now and I wondered if
Christa had noticed. I thought she must have but there was no indication
from her and no conversation between us apart from a gasp of pleasure
from her now and then -- and my so audible moans from a few minutes
before.

Her thighs had opened more I noticed, and my fingers with a mind of their
own took advantage of this and delved into the softness between her
cheeks, brushing the now more fully exposed cunt lips of the lady I so
hoped would become my lover.

She seemed to shudder when this happened so I allowed those fingers to
repeat the same movement but this time a little more slowly so as to
savour the moment that would probably never return. I was determined that
Christa would enjoy what I was doing and took selfish delight in pulling
apart those gorgeous cheeks, bending forward to inhale her womanly odour
until my face was merely inches form her puckered brown anus. Surely she
must notice my hot breath on her most tender skin? I so wanted to lick
that dark brown hole and bury my face between those cheeks when I noticed
that there was a distinct wet patch spreading on the sheet which had not
been there a few moments before. Could it be -- could it really be that
Christa was enjoying the fruits of my labours as much as I?

A hand tapped my thigh and a husky voice said, "Time to do my front
Em."

That was all it took to shake me back into reality and I moved so that
she could turn over. As she moved I turned around once more and was now
facing this beautiful petite lady whose eyes were still closed but whose
mouth had on it a satisfyingly smug little smile, like the cat that had
got the cream.

I looked at this vision of loveliness beneath me and before resuming my
straddled position above her ready to continue the massage I couldn't
help but notice that her jet black pubes were as wet as mine. The fronts
of her thighs were awash with her juices and this gave me hope that she
would reach for me if I kept on titillating her so.

I straddled her again then and we were cunt to cunt, my own rubbing
across hers with the forward and backward motion of my massaging her
breasts. Her mouth opened and she gasped yet again, muttering something
impossible to hear when my oily fingers held the globes of her breasts
and drew upwards to the tips to nip those alert brown nipples with
increasing pressure.

It must have been the movement of my pussy on hers combined with the
pressure I was boldly exerting on it that finally tore down her barriers
because all of a sudden her smile disappeared to be replaced with a
grimace as if she were in pain. Her neck muscles stood out and her belly
and thighs became rigid.

I kept up the movement and began to grind my cunt onto and into hers and
was on the verge of cumming myself when she exploded, bucked and writhed
beneath me. I leaned forward and kissed her then but so deep was her
orgasm and so wrapped up in it was she that I doubt she noticed and so
when she finally began to subside I slithered snakelike down her perfect
little body to nestle my greedy face between her thighs, tongue gently
lapping the juices that flowed so readily from my lover to be.

She felt my probing tongue, that much was apparent and opened herself
wider to allow it better access into the dark velvety cavern, the fount
of all her femininity. I licked and lapped and drank deep from her, my
face covered with her love juices until she came again and washed me anew
with an abundance of fresh love which I slurped like the greedy girl I
was until she was still.

Her scent was musky and full of heightened sexual excitement, her taste
was like nothing I had tasted before and must surely have been the Nectar
of the Gods that the ancient Greeks talked about millennia before.

Christa took over at that point and what happened next was a revelation
to me as she lovingly licked her own love secretions from my face and
where it had dribbled down my neck to the cleavage between my breasts.

She took me to Heaven in a chariot of love that day and brought me back
down to earth with a featherlike landing. More and more we wanted of each
other and more and more we greedily took advantage of each other's
bodies until with a mind blowing crescendo of dual orgasms that soaked us
both we came for the last time in a rolling over 69, each vying for
position until the inevitable happened and the stars floated between our
eyes and the earth really did seem to move.

The next thing I remember was of Christa kissing my face again, so quite
naturally I returned the favour and we licked and kissed, kissed and
licked, hands resting comfortably between the other's sated thighs.

"I love you Christa," I whispered between kisses.

"I love you too Emma darling," came her equally whispered reply as she
began to doze.

"Can we be lovers for ever now Christa?" I asked, fearing that this
could not last.

"Oh yess!" came the more alert reply this time, " Oh yes Emma darling,
for ever and ever," whispered Christa, my mother.

And we are.

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