Epiphany Ch. 01

"Sorry about that. The lotion bottle is a little bit slippery," states Labria.

"Don't worry dear, just keep doing what you are doing," is all Tianna says.

With her orders, Labria, places her hands together to distribute the lotion equally and then places each hand just barely above Tianna's firm breasts. The cool sensation causes the Executive to arch her back, simultaneously pushing her breasts upward and extending her fingers outward off the edge of the meditation table. Labria feels a small amount of pressure against the tightly stretched material of her micro-fiber uniform skirt and glances down to see what it might be. Not seeing anything caught on her skirt she returns her attention to the Executive's chest and is startled to realize her hands have slid down onto Tianna's breasts. It might have been the Executive's lurch from the cold lotion or it may have been Labria's momentary lapse of attention. Regardless of the cause, she slides her hands up and off Tianna's chest, savoring the sight of erect nipples popping to attention.

Labria, anticipating some type of comment from Tianna, runs through excuses in her head. As she glides her hands up to Tianna's shoulders then down to the upper-most edge of her breasts, she prepares herself to be scorned for her slip but the Executive remains silent. As she repeats the up and down motions of her hands, she gradually increases the amount of pressure she applies until she is satisfied with the amount of movement she is causing in the Executive's chest. Watching Tianna's breasts gently bounce up and down with each pass of her hand pushes Labria's confidence level, as well as her arousal level, up enough to afford yet another bold move. Once her hands reach the upper-most edge of Tianna's breasts she randomly drops one hand a little lower so she gets a little bit bigger handful.

Repeating this routine for several minutes without any reaction from the Executive, Labria decides to modify her plan of attack once again. She is determined to get some sort of response from Tianna other than the relaxed grin the Executive has worn since the massage began. Labria's short arms have stretched as far as they can, but she cannot reach any further than midway between the upper-most edge of Tianna's breast and her nipple. She steps up onto the small ledge which surrounds the meditation chamber, leans in toward the table a bit as she tries to balance her footing since she is only standing on the tips of her toes, and feels the lower edge of her skirt get caught on something briefly until it snaps loose. Labria makes this position change without deviating from her motion. Her hands continue to glide up and down and shoulders continue to rotate back and forth. She is ready to test the reach of her new position in addition to testing the Executive's threshold of participation.

Preoccupied by her plotting, Labria is unaware her constant motion has caused her micro-fiber uniform mini-skirt to ride up her round ass. It would seem the more involved she gets the more her skirt reveals. While she remains oblivious to this fact, Tianna is not since the objects Labria's skirt became caught on just a moment ago were the Executive's hands. Tianna has slightly extended the index finger of her right hand allowing it to cradle the bottom front edge of Labria's skirt. An occasional application of upward pressure is helping to move the skirt north.

Labria takes a deep breath and leans forward. She slides the palms of her hands down from atop Tianna's shoulders with her fingers ready. Just as her hands are reaching the upper-most edge of the Executive's breasts, her own massive chest slides up and over the Tianna's shoulders. Determined to reach her goal, she slows the rotating motion of her shoulders to try and signify she intended to let the Executive's head slip down between her breasts. The smile on Tianna's face never waivers. Labria leans in again, firmly grasping the Executive's breasts, looking dead at her face anticipating a response. She vigorously rolls Tianna's nipples through her fingers causing her to arch her back in a sensual fashion.

The act of Tianna arching her back with her head resting between Labria's chest pushes the Senior Aid off the tips of her toes back onto the floor. The Executive, not expecting her support to step away from her, falls down and barely keeps herself on the table. As she looks up at Labria, Tianna notices two things. First, her efforts to help her Aid's skirt upward were very successful, and second, her face is but an inch from Labria's noticeably moist sex. Without hesitation, Tianna lunges forward and plants a long, passionate kiss onto the sweet folds of her Senior Aid.

"Oh my! Oh my! Oh yes!", is all Labria can muster as her entire body freezes. In that brief moment, all the sexual tension, frustration, and desire pent up over the past few hours are given an outlet. She slowly stands up, grinding her sex against Tianna's face. A forceful wave of energy pulses through her, and just as quickly as it began it was over. One quick but intense orgasm completely overwhelms her and she slips away, savoring the moment. As she comes back to reality, she finds her left hand firmly grasping her right breast and her right hand resting on her throbbing sex. Labria looks over her shoulder to see Tianna dressed, standing in front of her mirror, in an even more revealing uniform than she usually wears. She drops her hands down to her sides, pulls her skirt down to cover herself, and watches as the Executive walks past her heading toward her office to contact the Central Councilor all the while fidgeting with her uniform.

"Are you coming?" asks the Executive?

"Um...Yes...I'll be right there", replies Labria as she thinks to herself 'Not anymore, but I could again'.