Seduction

"Have you ever had a scalp massage?" Emma said softly, now becoming more and more determined to push things as far as she could.

"Yes I did once at a health farm, it was great," Sammi replied.

"Like one now?" Emma asked her voice tightening at the prospect.

"Oh yes please mummy," Sammi smiled her eyes catching Emma's in the mirror and seeing an odd expression in them. A sort of intensity, she thought.

Emma's fingers felt wonderful on her neck and on the back of her head as they gently but firmly massaged her. Sammi closed her eyes letting the lovely, relaxing feelings wash over her. Slowly moving up the girl's neck, Emma revelled in the sensations of part massaging and part caressing the soft flesh of her neck before moving onto the hard bones of her scalp. She applied sufficient pressure so that it was like a massage but not so much that Sammi would have been unaware that her head was also being caressed.The combination sent ripples of pleasure through the blonde who let her head fall back a little so that as Emma stroked and caressed, massaged and rubbed all over her head it pressed quite firmly against the lower parts of breasts. Feeling that, Emma couldn't resist pushing herself forward a bit so that the pressure on her breasts increased. Was Sammi aware of what she was doing? Did it register that her head was pressing against Emma's boobs? Did it occur to her that the older woman hadn't moved away and, in fact had returned the pressure? All these thoughts and more were rushing through the older woman's mond as she continued her 'massage.'

"OK Sammi?" she asked very quietly.

"Oh yes, Emma, it's wonderful," Sammi breathed back loving the feelings and drifting even further into the trance that her friend was creating.

She momentarily wondered at what was happening to her for as well as the pleasing feelings that she felt from her friend's fingers on her head she was also experiencing other sensations. And they worried her. They made her concerned about herself for she thought that she was feeling the first tingles of a sexual arousal and that just couldn't be right and proper, or so she thought.

Emma went a little further than a scalp massage should for she was now, once more, attending to Sammi's neck. It was long and slim and as her hands ran up and down it she felt a strong urge to lean forward and kiss it. But it was too soon for that. Instead she ran her fingertips quite strongly a little way along the muscle that runs from the centre of the neck by the spine, out along the top of the shoulders.

"Wow Sammi you're so tight here," she said.

"Yes I'm always getting little aches in that muscle," Sammi replied opening her eyes and looking at her friend as she went on, "I guess its just stress and tension isn't it?"

"Yes probably," Emma replied pressing more deeply with her fingers. "Tell you what Sammi I can give you a massage there and get rid of that a bit if you like."

"Really? I didn't know you could massage?"

"Yes, my sister in law taught me she did a course on that and aromatherapy," Emma lied quite convincingly. "Hold on let me get some oil we'll soon relieve that tension."

Returning from her own room with a bottle of Boot's baby oil Emma stood behind Sammi again.

"Just let me pull this back a bit I don't want to get the oil on it," she said as she took the neck of the robe in her hands. Pulling it back and to onee side as she watched in the mirror she saw it slip open a little so that more of each of Sammi's boobs were revealed together with most of her shallow cleavage. The view was fantastic!

Pouring a little oil onto each hand she slid her fingers along the freckled skin easing the it into the muscles from Sammi's neck to her shoulders. Pressing quite firmly with her thumbs as she'd been shown she worked the oil in with her fingers finding the fibroids that built up there. They feel a peanuts.

"Mmmm that's good," Sammi sighed enjoying the feel of the thumbs pressing quite deeply into the muscle.

"Good, we'll soon get rid of that tension Sammi."

"I can feel it going already."

"What causes you to have such tension Sam? You're young, you doing well at college, you've got wonderful parents, they're well off and you must have loads of the boys after you,

"Hmmm probably the last actually."

"Things bad are they?" Emma asked her fingers now not pressing quite so firmly.

"No changes really I just don't seem to be able to settle down with a guy.."

"How do you mean?"

"Well I meet someone and we get on well, but there's always something missing so we drift apart again."

"I see, well we're all a bit like that."

"I guess so, but you don't have trouble finding men do you?"

"I have my moments," Emma smiled at Sammi in the mirror, her touch lightening as their gazes met. 'She looks so much like her mother,' Emma thought envisaging both of them naked.

"But I go ages without someone and er, well you know."

Emma got what she meant.

"Yes I do, frustration can be awful can't it?" Emma said softly

"Yes, it's rotten."

"Oh dear, luv, that must be awful," Emma said her hopes raising at the way the conversation was moving.

"Yes it is," Sammi went on feeling able to tell her mum's friend such intimate details of her marriage.

She opened her heart telling Emma that she was so confused by sex. When Emma asked what she meant by that, Sammi had told her that she didn't think she a high sex drive, for when she was with a guy she would resist him for ages, but then when she was apart or didn't have a boy friend she felt continually frustrated. She toyed with mentioning Stephanie, but felt she should draw the line somewhere. As open and as liberal as Emma was, she was older and from another generation where messing around with girls was not as accepted as it was with Sammi's age group. She did, though, tell Emma that she hadn't had sex with a man for over three months. Whilst that was literally true it did ignore the fact that she had been in bed with Stephanie a couple of times in those momths.

As Sammi had been 'pouring her heart out' Emma's touch had lightened even more. It was now little more than a caress along the muscle. Also as her thumbs dug, just slightly into it on the top of her shoulders so Emma's fingers were draped over Sammi's shoulders slightly down her chest. Thus, as Emma's hands went from the centre and out and then back again so the tips of her fingers fluttered across Sammi's chest just inches above where the swell of each breast began. This and the chat about her friend's love life were arousing Emma even more but was also strengthening her resolve. Now not just from a salacious viewpoint but also because she felt sorry for her young friend.

"Men," she snorted, "I sometimes think we'd be better off without them."

As her hands slid across the tops of Sammi's, so now they went further outwards. Further so that each time they came up against the collar of the robe. Further so that on each touch of that they pushed the cotton a little further along the slim shoulders. Further so that as they pushed it the neck moved and the lapels down the front parted more and more. Just a little further now, Emma realised, and the thin cotton would slide down Sammi's arms. She so badly wanted to do that. But dare she?

Sammi felt odd yet relieved that she'd now told her older, wiser and so understanding friend about her problem. Somehow getting it off her chest and sharing it with made her feel better. It made her feel closer to Emma. As she was saying about the three months she opened her eyes to see the reaction on Emma's face. She saw her friend looking at her quite intently in the mirror and they smiled at each other.

"Well I know how that feels Sammi as I went without sex for over seven months once and I get very little now," the older woman smiled.

"Oh you know Emma I just sort of feel irritable and het up all the time, it's the frustration I guess."

Sammi saw that the front of the robe had gaped quite a bit revealing most of her small boobs but didn't feel the need to adjust it, after all we're close friends aren't we she thought? Emma also saw that. She saw Sammi's boobs, she saw the hint of her pink nipples and she saw that her friend hadn't covered herself up. A sign perhaps she wondered, and hoped.

As Emma was looking at Sammi's breasts so their eyes caught in the mirror. Sammi clearly saw her looking at them and Emma knew that. Sammi felt something inside her. A rush of warmth, a little tingle. Their eyes still locked Emma felt the same thing but far more powerfully and she murmured.

"Oh Sammi you have the loveliest breasts you know."

Nobody, let alone a woman had ever said those words to her before and Sammi didn't know what to say. That a woman, her mothger's friend had uttered them made her feel confused, a little embarrassed and tongue tied.

"Oh, er, have I Emma? Well thanks," she mumbled coming over hot and feeling a little shudder run through her.

"Oh yes you have luv," Emma said very thickly her hands resting on the neck of the robe that was, just about still on the joints of her friends shoulders. She continued, "They're beautiful" as slowly her eyes not leaving Sammi's for one moment she slid her hands down her friend's arms taking the material with them and fully baring the younger woman's breasts.

Sammi looked at her reflection almost transfixed. "She's taking my dressing gown off," she thought to herself feeling a strange calmness. It didn't seem wrong or inappropriate as she watched the material folding around her tummy and sliding down her arms. She didn't feel that anything out of the ordinary was happening as she saw it slide off each of her breasts. And she didn't for one moment think of stopping her friend or doing anything at all as her small, coral pink tipped breasts were reflected at both of them by the mirror.

Emma didn't know what to do. She had no idea how Sammi was taking this and she couldn't think how to push it further. They both stared at Sammi's bare breasts for a moment or two then slowly their eyes met and they held each others gaze.

"Oh Sammi," Emma whispered.

"Oh Emma," Sammi whispered back the tension between them heightening by the second as they simply continued to stare at the topless vision in the mirror.

Emma's hands were sill resting on Sammi's arms where she'd pushed the material down. They were on her elbows, just inches from the bare breasts. Sammi saw her friend's hands, saw they were almost touching her breasts, saw that they were just resting there. And then she saw one move. She saw one leave her elbow, saw it move across her body and she knew just what was going to happen. Her womanly instincts or something told her exactly where that hand was going and what it was going to do. She knew that her mother's friend was going to caress her breast, she just knew it, knew it without any shadow of a doubt. And it didn't seem wrong. It didn't seem naughty or inappropriate. And it didn't make her feel guilty or worried. No, it felt right and proper, it felt appropriate and it didn't make her feel bad or guilty, it made her feel wonderful for she knew that it would feel good.

Emma had gone onto a sort of auto pilot after she'd taken the bold step to push the arms of the robe off Sammi's shoulders. She stopped thinking and just let her instincts take over. So without worrying at all about the consequences she bared her friend's breasts and joined her in gazing at them for what seemed an age.

And then, still working on instinct with her hands feeling as if they were being guided, by some other force than her desires Emma saw one of them stroke across the swell of Sammi's left breast. Just softly. Just the back of her fingers and nails on one hand. It made Sammi's body jerk. The sudden jolt of sensation made her back straighten and push against Emma's full breasts. The combination of the back of her head, which was still tingling with pleasure from the massage, on Emma's breasts the hand on her boob was very powerful. A small whimper escaped from her lips as both she and the other woman watched the hand grasp the entire breast. Watched as it stroked it, cupped it and fondled it.

"Oooooooo," Sammi sighed leaning back more firmly as she saw the other hand move to her other breast. "Emma, Emma," she breathed.

"Oh Sammi," Emma whispered back the sensations rushing from her hands throughout her body as she fondled the young woman's. "Is this OK Sammi, is it?"

"Oh, I don't know, er yes, no. I can't say Emma," Sammi garbled back, her entire body being taken over by such strong feelings.

Sammi watched totally transfixed, as both hands cupped and gently squeezed her breasts. She watched as they fondled them as a number of boys and one other woman, Stephanie had. She saw them stroking her and she saw Emma's head move forward until her lips reached her head. She saw and felt all of that. The softness of her older friend's hands and fingers on her flesh and the gentle lips on her head. The sensations were many and varied and they roared through her.

Emma felt Sammi responding. She felt her body stiffen not, she hoped with repulsion. She heard the gasps slipping from her mouth and she felt Sammi's head push back against her mouth. She kissed the golden hair and the scalp she'd just been massaging as she gently caressed the breasts that had been in her mind so frequently of late.

"Oh, ooo," Sammi whimpered as wave after wave of changing sensations washed over her. She didn't know what to think or feel. "Another woman is touching my tits," she pondered knowing that she was liking it and accepting it for she wasn't resisting. "She's caressing me, Emma, my mother's friend is stroking my breasts" she recognised knowing that she was already responding to it. "Oh God how has this happened?" she asked herself aware that even as she thought that she was pressing her boobs against Emma's hand. She also realised it was what she wanted, it was what she needed and it was what she had imagined being done to her many times, but not in her wildest dreams had it been Emma who she had visualised doing it. Only two women featured in her wildest dreams doing that and they were Stephanie and she hated and was revolted to admit, her mother. Emma was flooded with relief, joy and extreme sexual arousal at how things were going. Sammi's breasts looked and felt every bit as wonderful as she'd visualised them in her mind and her acceptance so far of the advances made Emma think that perhaps they would make complete love.

"Oh Sammi," Emma whispered standing upright again, "You're so beautiful, I've thought about you so much." They're eyes met again in the mirror and they simply looked lovingly at each other

Sammi was confused by what was happening. On the one hand it seemed as though it had just happened yet on the other it was almost as if it had been planned. She didn't know whether perhaps she'd caused it, for she'd been having those tremors of arousal as Emma had dried her hair, or whether Emma had. She just didn't know. But what she did know was that what Emma was doing to her was so exciting and the last thing she wanted was for her to stop.

All the pangs of her frustration were surfacing and her friend was helping her fight them and, she felt, would probably help her overcome them. She watched Emma's hands slide down her front and looked at them as they fumbled at the tie of the robe. "She's going to undress me, I'm going to be naked in front of her," she thought almost as if she was watching a film and it was happening to someone else.

Emma was whispering, "So beautiful Sammi, so wonderful, your figure is amazing. I want to see all of you. Can I darling, can I see you beautiful body?"

Emma had been seeing absolutely no resistance from her friend and she'd become bolder and had, without really thinking, decided to push things a little. Slipping the tie undone she looked at Sammi whose eyes she saw were watching her hands. She slowly opened the robe and slid it down Sammi's back until her lovely slim, naked body was reflecting back at her from the mirror and the robe was hanging down from the stool where Sammi was sitting on it.

"You really are so beautiful," she breathed, "So slim, so young, so perfect and so adorable."

Her eyes roamed down the yopung body taking in the almost totally flat stomach, the pertly, pointed pink tipped boobs and the lithe thighs stretching away from the little triangle of blonde hair.

"I'm not like you, though Emma," Sammi said softly, "I don't have the figure you have."

"Oh but yours is fabulous," Emma breathed.

"And so is yours Emma."

Feeling even more encouraged by the response, Emma looked right into Sammi's eyes in the mirror as her hand found the bow on the tie of her robe. A pull and a quick shrug and her silk robe fluttered to the floor.

"Yes Emma, yes," Sammi breathed seeing her friend in the black bra and thong, "You are beautiful." Although being slightly fuller, Emma's breasts dominated figure was quite similar to Stephanie's and Sammi felt a little tremor go through her as she thought of the pleasure that would shortly be hers from Emma's delicious looking boobs.

"Stand up darling," Emma said pulling at Sammi's shoulder and making her stand in front of looking into the mirror.

The two women were then standing together. Very closely together. The more curvaceous, daker haired, older woman was standing behind the slimmer blonde. She had her arms around her. Her full breasts were just brushing the blonde woman's back, her tummy was touching the pert bottom. The more curvaceous one was holding the breasts of the slimmer one as she said.

"Sammi I want to make love to you."

The words crashed into the blonde's mind. They hit her so hard. They were such dramatic words. Almost unthinkable that they were being said to her by her friend. They were outrageous words but, somehow, they didn't seem wrong. They didn't shock her or worry her. No, to Sammi, who Emma had been priming all day just for this moment, they seemed right and completely proper.

A little whimper came from her mouth as she leaned back against her friend's soft and yielding body. A little sigh escaped from her mouth as she felt the full, soft breasts pressing into her back. A low moan slid out as one of Emma's hand slid down her body until it was touching her mound. And then in the mirror she saw her lips forming a soft.

"Yes mummy, please make love to me."