Erotic Lesbian Massage Experience

They completed 'washing' and soaping me in what was the most exciting shower I had ever experienced and that includes the times when we were younger when Richard would fuck me in our shower, and bath come to that; antics and days that are long gone.

Whilst neither of them actually touched any intimate part of my body the natural sponge visited everywhere and stimulated my breasts and nipples, my clit and pussy and my thighs and butt. The sensations from that and the mere fact of being naked with two highly attractive young women inevitably got to me. I didn't quite cum, but as they dried me my entire body was tingling and it would have taken very little to tip me over the edge.

They gave me a thin robe similar to those used in hospitals that it did up at the back with ties. I slipped it on and one of them loosely tied it. They led me out of the wet room, down a corridor and into a room that was clearly for massage. It was beautifully appointed with deep carpets, a rich, dark wood wardrobe and vanity unit with a very modern sink along one wall and a credenza along the other. On the various surfaces there were bowls and bottles, various sized towels and other massage paraphernalia. To my eyes, though the room was dominated by one object, the massage table. Slightly wider than others I had seen at the various spas I had visited it sat beckoning me right in the middle of the room. As I stared at it, it was as if it was speaking to me and saying 'I am where you will lose your lesbian virginity.'

The Thai girls, if that's what they were poured me some water in a crystal glass which I sipped as they bowed and clasped their hands together between their naked breasts and backed out of the room with one of them saying. "Please wait."

I wandered round the room drinking the lemon tasting water for no more than two minutes before the door opened. I was surprised that it wasn't Amelia, but instead it was a tall, quite muscular woman, probably in her thirties who entered. She had short, blonde hair and was wearing a white, micro skirt with a tight, black singlet. She was very flat chested, but had toned bulging muscles on her arms.

"Hi I am Kirchen and I am to massage you now" she said in a thick accent that could have been Eastern European, maybe Russia I thought recognising the guttural tones from my holidays in Europe where everywhere seems to be inundated with Russians.

"I thought Amelia was going to do that?" I asked feeling a little confused and very disappointed.

"Yes she will later."

Feeling relieved I replied. "Oh good, thanks."

"Please to lie on your front."

I did as she asked and felt her undo the ties at the back of the robe. I lie there for a moment and then felt her lay a large warm towel across the top of my body and then a second across me round my waist and legs. She reached under it and taking hold of the robe said. "Please lift up a little."

By me doing that a couple of times she managed to pull the robe off the table with my body still covered.

After pouring warm oil onto her hands and me, she then started to massage my back. It was a quite hard, deep massage that matched up to those I'd had in some very expensive spas around the world. She rolled the top towel down to do my back then replaced it and uncovered each leg in turn as she massaged those. After doing each calf muscle she worked on my upper legs sliding upwards and then sweeping downwards with more pressure as she followed the massage dictum of always working away from the heart. She was good.

In one particular way it was the strangest massage I'd ever had.

As her hands slid up my thighs I half expected them to keep going and touch my pussy.

As she turned me over I was surprised at the care she took not to look at my nakedness.

As she massaged my front I was amazed and again a little disappointed that she hardly touched my breasts and not once did she fully uncover them. My nipples were rock hard and were aching for her touch.

As she massaged the front of my legs I was willing them to keep going and caress my pussy lips, I even opened my legs to encourage her.

But nothing happened. And in some ways that made it all the more erotic for not once did she do anything that was out of order or wouldn't happen in a straight spa.

My body, though, was tingling both with expectancy and with the vibrancy of the massage. I felt great.

"You rest now. Drink some water" she said handing me a tumbler. I sat up and as I did the towel fell away from my breast. I looked up at her and saw her eyes were locked on it. I knew that the nipple was erect. She also looked up and our eyes met. I felt a surge of excitement as we stared at each other. I felt sure that she would do something, I felt equally sure that I wanted her to and I felt completely sure that if she did I wouldn't object. I watched her hand reaching out towards me. I visualised the sensation I would gain as it touched me and I imagined the feelings I would get as she squeezed the soft, pliable flesh of my aching tit. As her hand got closer I tore my gaze away from hers and slightly arched my back in preparation for her caressing my breast. I closed my eyes almost shivering with the expectancy and anticipation of my first real lesbian experience. I wondered whether she would kiss me or pull both the large dark blue towels away from me thus, baring my tingling body to her scorching gaze and perhaps searching fingers and hands. Both my mind and most certainly my body were ready; they were tuned in, primed and available to this woman's advances.

I was amazed at how disappointed I felt when Kirchen's hand didn't cup my breast, when she didn't kiss me or remove the towels and strip me naked. The feeling of deflation as she rearranged the towel round my body and, putting her hand on my shoulder pushed me down.

"You rest, Amelia will be here soon" she said huskily as she moved to the top of the table behind my head and out of view. I felt her placing another towel over my head and a smaller, very warm one with smell of mint over my eyes.

I felt tired. Hard, deep massages do that, they are supposed to make you tired and after them you should drink lots of water and rest. The warmth of the room and the towels, the feeling of comfort from being covered from head to foot, my nakedness under the towels, the combination of aromas, the haunting classical, piano music, the tingling from the massage and the prospect of Amelia being with me soon all combined to create an amazing atmosphere. Although feeling hugely excited I also felt tired and extremely relaxed; I may well have dozed off.

I was awakened by feeling firstly the soles of my feet being gently massaged.

"Amelia?" I muttered as came to my senses and fully awake.

"Yes Cat I am here" I heard in the unmistakeable accent. It didn't come from by my feet, though, but from behind my head.

Amelia removed the towel that was covering my eyes and the other one on my head. I couldn't see her, but as I looked down my body I saw that it was the two Thai girls massaging my feet. They moved out from behind the massage table smiled at me and bowed their heads. They were now wearing black silk cheong sams with some silver markings on them. Again they were high at the collar and ended mid- thigh with long slashes upwards almost to their waists; again it looked as though neither could be wearing panties. The dresses were as tight as they possibly could be at the top and the girls small breasts were outlined and emphasised by the thin, clinging silk. They excited me.

"We will all be attending to all of your needs" Amelia cooed from behind my head. I still couldn't see her.

The girls continued with my feet as Amelia gently started massaging the crown of my head.

"Are you happy so far Cat?" She asked as her fingers ran across my scalp.

"Yes it's been lovely thank you."

"And darling it will get much, much better, I promise" she whispered as her fingertips glided across my forehead ran along my eyebrows and stroked my eyelids. She softly, gently and so patiently massaged or caressed every part of my face. Her fingers stroked my cheeks and nose, ran round my chin, up the sides of my face and onto and then inside my ears. Every part of my head was now tingling. I had no idea that there were so many sexually sensitive places on a person's head and face.

"Nice?" She asked as her fingers massaged my scalp again.

"Mmmmm, it's lovely."

Her hands unhurriedly made their way down my face until they reached my mouth. They ran along my top lip and then my lower. Involuntarily, or maybe she helped, I slightly parted my lips. Her fingers ran round them inside. She used both hands with the fingers on one stroking my lips and those on the other going inside onto my teeth and gums.

I was gasping with the amazing sensations she was giving me and with the way they combined with the feelings from the girl's hands that were now stroking rather than massaging my feet and ankles. I opened my mouth further. Amelia pushed her fingers inside right onto my tongue.

"Suck me darling" she whispered as she moved the two fingers further in and then almost out of my mouth in the sort of motions and rhythm that I might adopt when sucking a man's cock. I couldn't stop myself from reaching up and taking hold of her wrist.

"Yes help me baby" she sighed. "Help me fuck your mouth."

She pumped her fingers deeply in and then almost out of my mouth rubbing firmly across my lips that I closed round it. It was an incredible feeling made even more so by her lilting tone and words.

"You like to have your mouth fucked Cat?"

"Mmmmm yes."

"You want more?"

"Yes."

You want my surrogate cock to fuck your surrogate cunt?"

"Oh God yes" I groaned now sucking quite hard on her fingers.

I felt as though I was going to cum. 'But surely I can't just from this' I thought.

It rapidly got worse, or better. As Amelia's fingers slid in and out of my mouth I saw her for the first time, but I couldn't make out her features as her face was upside down for she was bending forward over my face. Her tongue followed the route that previously her fingers had travelled: along my forehead, over each eyebrow and eyelid, across my cheeks, nose and chin and onto my lips. She couldn't kiss me properly as she had her fingers in my mouth so instead she licked all along my upper lip. It was heady stuff indeed. She removed her fingers and then in that upside down position with the two Thai girls still working on my feet and ankles her lips closed over mine. She kissed me open-mouthed. Her tongue slid into my mouth and found mine. They duelled with each other. She sucked the tip of my tongue then each of my lips in turn.

I forgot she was a woman and that I was paying for this lesbian experience. I forgot that ostensibly I was straight. I forgot that I was married and I forgot about all life outside of this small world in which I now lived. Amelia, the two Thai girls, the massage table and my body was my world; nothing else mattered, nothing else existed.

I started to cum.

They all quickly realised that. Amelia removed her mouth from mine, which was just as well for I was fighting for air and the girls held my hands. They pressed them against their breasts outside their tops. The feel of their small tits and hard nipples through the silk was fantastic. Mouth open and eyes closed I writhed a little on the table as I felt at first, rather than saw, Amelia lean even further forward and run her hands down my body outside the towel. They grasped my breasts just as hers inside a silk top slid across my face. That did it and my orgasm broke. Amelia squeezed and rubbed my breasts, writhed her, what seemed to be, full boobs against my face and the two girls pushed their bodies more firmly against my hands.

I was moaning and gasping as the full weight of the orgasm roared through my mind and body.

"Yes Cat, yes" Amelia whispered cupping and squeezing my breasts. "Cum for me, cum for Amelia" she went on pulling the towels off my body and dropping them on the floor. I revelled in my nakedness and thrilled myself by flaunting my body at them.

I needed no more ncouragement for I was in the full throes of a very, very strong climax.

At last it abated and feeling slightly embarrassed I opened my eyes.

"Hi lovely" Amelia who was sitting on the edge of the bed still squeezing my breasts said as the girls let go of my hands and moved out of my sight. "Hello I'm Amelia" she smiled.

She was gorgeous. Probably quite tall, but that was hard to tell as she was sitting and was based largely on the length of the golden tanned legs stretching out from the white, tight dress she was wearing. The hem had ridden well up her to die for legs and was only just covering her pussy and panties if indeed she was wearing any. She stood up and smiling shook my hand.

"Welcome to my lesbian pleasure palace darling, you are so utterly gorgeous."

As she stood up the dress fell back into place and I saw that the hem was mid-thigh and that the top was quite low cut with several buttons undone. She was slim round the hips and waist, but had full boobs that looked to be about the same size as mine. The dress fitted her like a glove and the silk clung to her breasts, emphasising their fullness, and her nipples showing their excitement and hardness. I thought to myself that if I was to lose my lesbian virginity then she was the sort of woman to lose it to, but then I giggled for I had just lost it!

As well as having a voluptuously rounded figure with very feminine curves in just the right places and seemingly carrying no excess weight, Amelia was also beautiful. Her face was dominated by her large blue, perfectly almond shaped eyes with long, dark eyelashes and her full lips which surrounded what was probably a slightly too large, but nevertheless attractive and very sexy mouth; a smaller version of Carly Simon I thought.

"Thank you" was all I could gasp for I was still out of breath from the exertions of my powerful orgasm.

"You are very welcome, what can we get you?"

"How do you mean?"

"Drink, food, alcohol, hash, coke anything?"

"No I'm fine" I replied.

I was scared of drugs, wasn't hungry and it was too early for me to start drinking. I had been down that route and had almost become overly dependent on booze in the afternoons a year or so ago and I had found it tough stopping day time drinking.

"Are you ready to continue?"

"Yes, what's next?"

She smiled as she placed her hand on the towel on my breast.

"What would you like next?"

I didn't know what to say so I stayed silent.

"Would you like me to massage you?" She asked gently squeezing my breast.

It was all matter of fact, but hugely intimate and very erotic. My throat was dry and I struggled to speak and the rather inane. "Yes please" came out very huskily.

"Turn over for me" she said turning away to the credenza and picking up the oil.

Returning to the side of the table she said with a lilt in her voice. "I don't think we need these any more do you Cat?"

"What?"

"The towels."

"No."

"Younenjoyed being naked didn't you?"

"Er yes, yes I did" I mumbled.

"You have a beautiful figure Cat" she said running what I guessed what were the back of her fingers up the back of my leg and onto my bottom. Her hand rested right on the fullness of my cheek. She squeezed it gently and then tapped it sharply. "Mmmm very nice."

She slowly worked on both of my lower legs, my shoulders, arms and the small of my back.

There was absolutely no pretence of this being a massage. It was a caress. Her touch was so light it was like a feather, it was silky, smooth, gentle, soft and so very, very sexy.

"Now this" she whispered running her hands and fingers up the back of my legs. She wiggled them along the crease where they were pressed together, then removed them and I felt them on my ankles. With no further hesitation or ceremony she suddenly pulled them open making me gasp with surprise. I knew I was totally exposed. I knew that she would be able to see my cunt lips, the crease in my bum and the hole between the cheeks. And that excited me. I realised I wanted her to look at me, that I welcomed it and that I was pleasuring myself by flaunting myself at her.

"Oh God" I sighed as my body jerked when, without any preamble she ran her fingers along the crease between the cheeks of my bum. She pressed right on my hole and momentarily I thought she was going to finger-fuck my arse, but she didn't. Instead she slid her fingers downwards, out of the crease and between my legs so they were on the wetness of my sex. My body jerked again. It felt lovely.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Mmmm" I grunted as she ran her finger along the crease between the lips of my cunt then round them and to the front and found my clit.

She rubbed me there sending spasms of wonderful sensations through me. I knew that it wouldn't be long before I would cum again and I was pleased about that. I wanted to be made to cum again. I was feeling insatiable and all considerations of modesty, morality and sexuality were swept from my consciousness. I recognised that I was here for one reason and one reason only, my sexual satisfaction and that that would be from lesbian experiences. That didn't worry or concern me any more.

"Oh yes" I groaned when I felt her fingers slide into me.

"Cum again baby" she whispered as she finger-fucked me both up my cunt and on my clit. It took only moments for my second orgasm to crash over me.

"Rest again Cat, take some time by yourself" Amelia whispered lying a large towel over me. "I'll be back in a short while."

I felt fantastic. Tired for sure, relieved and excited certainly, but mostly, I guess, I felt light-headed with the realisation that I was starting to satisfy the curiosity I had developed about lesbian sex. True I hadn't done anything to another woman yet and I wasn't at all sure that was on the agenda here. Furthermore, I wasn't totally sure that I wanted to do anything for I wasn't convinced I was ready for that just yet. Turning onto my back I thought 'sod it' and decided simply to go with the flow and wondered what was going to happen next.

"Come with us" one of the Thai girls said a few minutes or an hour later, I had no idea.

We went back to the wet room and this time they bathed me.

"Can we get you anything?" One of the Thai girls asked when we returned to the massage room. "Some wine perhaps?"

"Yes I think I would like a glass please."

"White or red?"

"White please."

As she shuffled off presumably to get the wine the other girl asked.

"Please come into the lounge" as she held my 'hospital' gown up in front of her hiding me from my gaze as I slid off the table. I smiled at the incongruity of the pair of them having washed me when I was naked and had watched me cum, yet now hid my naked body from their gaze.

"Hi Cat" Amelia greeted me as the Thai girl gave me the wine.

Amelia patted the place next to her on a smoky pink coloured, overstuffed four-seater sofa. I sat down and turned so we were half-facing each other. Our bare knees almost touching for both my robe and her dress had ridden well up our legs. It seemed rather silly to even think about adjusting mine and Amelia did nothing. This room was also dimly lit with haunting classical music, a Bach violin concerto I think, playing softly in the background and it had the same sweet aroma as the massage room.

"Are you enjoying it so far?"

"Very much so" I replied realising we were talking almost as if it was a hairdressing appointment we were discussing and not me having continual lesbian sex.

"There's lot more to come if you're up for it" she said her eyes sparkling as she leaned forward and picked up her glass. As if by another force my eyes were dragged to the front of her dress that was gaping. I could see right down it and I ogled her full breasts and the edges of her nipples that came into my view. She looked up suddenly and caught me looking. She smiled. I smiled back.