Tia's Massage
Tia had been working at the Weekly Times newspaper for a couple of years now and had
been slowly working her way up to qualify for an editors position. She had attended
university with a Journalism major only a few years back, and now it seemed that her
education was about to pay off.
The only problem was that Jim, another employee at the paper was eager to get that
position too. Jim was your typical nice guy that looked good and had everything going for
him. He was married and kept pictures of everyone on his desk. Tia knew that they both had
a good chance at the job, but she wanted more than just a chance.
Tia continued to work hard everyday knowing that the more visibility she created for
herself, the better her chances. She repeatedly worked overtime on her assignments and
submitted excellent work. However the long hours began to crowd her personal life and she
soon found that her main activity was limited to working out at the gym a couple of times
a week. However tonight was special. She had arranged for a massage right after her
workout and was really looking forward to the pampering. She was lucky too, because she
had not booked it until the last minute and managed to get the last time slot.
The club had only a few services and was still quite small. When Tia did go, it was
usually later in the evening and there weren't very many people there. In fact, for the
last few weeks, the only member at that time of day, beside herself, was Marcie. She spoke
to Marcie but there really wasn't anything to develop there as far as a friendship. It was
just "Hi how are you?" and that was ok by her.
Marcie was in good shape and often came to polish some kind of floor-mat routine. The gym
wasn't that big, so in between her own workout routines Tia would stop for a second and
watch.
She hadn't taken notice before, but Marcie had shapely breasts. They were held in place as
she practiced her routine, but Tia could see that she was well endowed. As Marcie went
through her moves, the nipples on her breasts seemed to appear and then disappear through
her t-shirt. Tia found herself watching closely while Marcie continued going through her
moves. At one point she caught herself wondering what her breasts would look like
uncovered. How firm were they? Did they sag at all? Were the nipples dark or light?
Well that was enough for Tia. She had worked out long enough and headed for the showers.
She had to pee first and was sitting in the cubicle thinking about her current work
assignment, trying to decide which pictures to use, when Marcie came into the dressing
room.
Marcie sat on the bench at the end of the short room, and unlaced her shoes, removing them
with her socks. She then stood and with a quick motion grabbed the bottom edge of her
t-shirt and lifted up over her head. Tia watched what was happening right before her eyes
through the large crack between the door and bent frame. She could hardly believe it. As
the t-shirt came up, Marcie's breasts bounced once or twice and then came to rest. They
were bigger than she imagined. The fullness of her breasts hung well on her chest and
swayed from side to side as Marcie shifted on her feet. Her nipples were quite dark, and
laid flat against the surface of her skin. But as the cool air in the dressing room
touched them, they started to grow. That t-shirt really had held her firmly in place she
thought.
As she watched her standing there, Marcie cupped her hands under her breasts, lifting them
off her chest. She slowly gave them a good massage. Then she took both nipples between her
fingers and started working on them. Soon the ends responded and stood more erect. She sat
down for a moment, getting her breath back from practicing. With each breath, her breasts
moved up and down in rhythm with her chest. And the tiny beads of sweat gave a warm glow
to those full mounds. She put her head back against the wall to relax for a minute.
Tia was able to see Marcie quite clearly from the stall where she was sitting. And, Marcie
apparently did not notice Tia there. A bench in the middle of the changing room hid the
lower part of the stall doors where you could usually see the feet of the occupant. And a
small exhaust fan in the room maintained a noise level that also helped keep Tia hidden.
Tia felt a stirring in her abdomen and knew that she was beginning to get turned on by
what Marcie was doing to her breasts. And as she reached between her legs, she could feel
that all to familiar wetness that confirmed her suspicions. Then she placed her index
finger on her clitoris to provide a gentle massage. Ooo, that felt so nice. She closed her
eyes for a second and did a quick flashback to last night when she masturbated before
going to sleep.
When Tia opened her eyes, Marcie was just sitting back down after taking off her shorts
and underwear. She was facing Tia totally naked with her eyes closed and placed her left
leg on the basket beside her. Tia watched closely and opened the cubicle door just a bit
more to get a better view. She knew that Marcie couldn't see her.
She felt a deepening sensation in her gut as she watched Marcie move her hand between her
legs. She was completely shaven and her lips appeared full and thick. Marcie leaned back
against the wall and slowly started a massage over her outer lips that mirrored what Tia
was doing. Marcie was enjoying this more and more, and with her other hand she took her
nipple and once again started to roll it between her fingers. Then she deliberately
separated her lips and spread the lubrication around to her clitoris and inner thighs. Two
fingers then disappeared into Marcie's love pool. Like a diver going below the surface,
her lips deeply swallowed them up. Marcie began to slowly move them in and out;
occasionally removing them to massage her outer lips.
Then taking her free hand, she placed it beside the other and began doubling the pleasure
between her now sticky thighs. Her fully lubricated hand returned to a waiting breast and
began to apply hot, wet cream. She worked the entire surface of her large breast and
finally focused on the nipple. She was breathing heavily at that point and Tia knew by her
moaning and speed, that Marcie would soon have an orgasm.
Tia couldn't believe how wet her own lips had become. She closed her eyes and continued
pressing on her own clitoris and inserted her fingers just like Marcie. Shivers gripped
her as she quickened her pace. Then opening her eyes again to watch, she heard climaxing
moans from Marcie. She was cumming. That was all Tia needed, she couldn't stop an
impending cum if she wanted to. The spasms started at her clitoris and quickly moved deep
into her inner walls where a hot throbbing flow started covering her fingers. She tried to
stay quiet but the feeling was bursting between her legs. This forced silence seemed to
increase the intensity around her fingers as the orgasm was longer and deeper than usual.
When Tia looked again, Marcie was no longer sitting in front of her, but the sound of the
running shower signaled that she was just around the corner. She wasn't sure what to do,
but really wanted to get close to Marcie for a better look. Tia stood up and walked into
the shower area with her towel. Marcie looked over her shoulder and shot a "Hi Tia.
How are you?" She showed no signs of knowing that she had been watched.
The water ran down her back as she turned away and continued soaping the hidden front of
her body. Tia started another showerhead up and pretended to focus on the same activity.
The club had yet to install separate shower units for privacy, so anyone taking a shower
could not be shy. Tia turned her back to the water and began soaping her breasts watching
Marcie's cheeks. Everything about her appeared firm. Then Marcie turned too and began the
same soaping. Tia couldn't take her eyes off of her breasts, much to Marcie's delight. Not
only were they huge, they were round and full. Marcie now started deliberately soaping
them with both hands and looked directly into Tia's eyes with a sexy smile. She started to
work the nipples. That caused them to lengthen and stand out over the soapiness.
Continued inside…..
Exercise is good for you
I half leaned, half collapsed against the old door. Wet
from head to toe, I shivered in the cold gusts of wind and cursed myself again for
ignoring the weather forecast. And the dark clouds when I had set out on my three-mile
run. Idiot, I said to myself, why couldn't you wait until tomorrow?
The downpour had started less than two minutes ago, about halfway through my run. At first
the cool drops had felt good on my hot skin. Then they had gotten larger and colder,
making me run faster, trying to reach the old barn before I was completely soaked. But I
had lost that race. Now, my skimpy jogging outfit was plastered to my skin, I felt cold
and miserable and longed to be back home, in my warm bed, with my husband by my side, or
on top of me, or . . .
"Thank God for small favors." I muttered to myself when I tried the knob and, to
my surprise, found the door unlocked. I slipped in and closed the door again, briefly
wondering if the owner would mind. Probably not.
I had run past this barn dozens of times, but had never stopped to venture inside. Hadn't
even thought about what might be inside. When my eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness, I
took a quick inventory. Bales of hay stacked up in the back, almost reaching the ceiling;
more bales scattered around haphazardly in front of the stack; a small workbench and a few
tools in the corner to my right; loose hay scattered knee- high to my left, an old blanket
spread out on top of it. Above the blanket, one small window that looked like it hadn't
been washed since Reagan was president. Not exactly the Ritz, I thought, but it's dry.
Dry!
A drop running down my forehead, then down my nose and falling from the tip reminded me
why I had come in in the first place. I shook her head vigorously and sent droplets flying
in all directions. Once out of the cold wind, I wasn't shivering anymore, but my wet and
clammy cloths made me feel cold to the bone.
I hesitated briefly, then pulled my t-shirt over my head, wrung the water out of it as
best I could, and draped it neatly over a bale of hay to dry. My tight shorts went onto
another bale. I even placed her running shoes on a bale, although I doubted that the
vicinity of the hay would do anything to get the water out of them.
A quick glance out of the window convinced me that there was nobody else around. Who else
would be stupid enough to run in this kind of weather? Satisfied that sI would have the
barn all to myself, I finally slid my panties down my long, muscular legs and repeated the
wringing ceremony one last time.
Stark naked, still wet, but not as cold anymore, I walked over to the blanket. Except for
a few stains it appeared clean enough. I looked hard at the stains, but the dim light made
it impossible to tell what they were. Spilled beer? Cum stains? Who cared anyway. I lay
down and rolled around on the blanket until the coarse material had soaked up most of the
moisture from my skin. When I came to rest on my back, I felt almost warm again.
After a few minutes, my thoughts went back to my husband and what he would do with me if
he could see me now. I imagined his hands caressing my body, his lips on mine, my tongue
in his mouth or his tongue in mine, and involuntarily brought my hands up to my breasts.
Small breasts for sure, barely B-size, but so firm I rarely needed to wear a bra.
My hands moving tenderly back and forth over my breasts had had an effect. My nipples
stood up proudly and poked my palms, sending little waves of pleasure through my body
whenever I moved my hands. And I am an expert at making these waves grow, making each one
just a little bit more intense than the one before it, until the final wave sweeps me away
and make me explode in a powerful orgasm that leaves me breathless and exhausted.
I slowly, almost reluctantly, released my right breast and slid my hand down my flat
belly. I moved my hand further down and ran my middle finger through the gap between my
moist and swollen lips.
I sighed softly, wishing it was my husbands cock getting ready to penetrate me, and spread
my legs wide. My middle finger found the entrance and slipped right in. Responding as if
on their own, my hips bucked up and bumped into my hand, sending a shock wave from my
sensitive clit all through my pelvis.
My hips and right hand cooperated perfectly and increased both the intensity and the
frequency of the shock waves. My left hand remained on my chest, traveling back and forth
between the twin mounds, alternately caressing the sensitive flesh and pulling lightly on
my fully erect nipples.
Come inside to see if people join me………
Bath Time Fun
I had just gotten home from work that Monday.
"Finally, some time off from work." I mumbled to myself. The next morning I was
planning to start my holiday. Nice, quiet holiday staying at home. I was looking forward
to the evening by myself. My husband had gone for a drink with some friends. I didn't
expect him back until after nine that night. I told him I would probably be asleep by
then. "Hhmm," I thought, "Over five hours alone, what should I do?" I
picked up a little, and did some ironing. Then I decided to take a long, hot bath. It had
been months since I had been alone long enough to enjoy a bath.
I took the phone off the hook, and turned the volume up on the stereo. I gathered the
few candles that were sitting around the living room, and placed them around the bath.
With the candles from the living room, and the ones that I keep in my bathroom, I had
enough to light the area. I gathered a few things together. I got a large jug filled with
ice water, a large sponge, and some scented soap. I turned on the hot water and just
enough cold to make it bearable, then I dropped in three large bath oil pearls. As an
after-thought, I opened the small window next to the sink, hoping to get a nice summer
breeze.
I climbed into the filling bath and adjusted the temperature. I sat in the shallow
water and hugged my knees while the hot water rose up my back and my legs. The candles
were flickering on the walls and the mirror and I was beginning to smell the bath oil
mixed with the candles. When the bath was deep enough, I turned off the taps, and lathered
up the sponge. I started with my hands, washing first one, then the other. Then I worked
up to my shoulders. Rubbing with the sponge, soaping around my neck. I let my head fall
back and closed my eyes as I washed my throat. Slowly over the top of my chest, working
towards my breasts. I ran the sponge down between them, rubbing back and forth just below
them. "Uumm. Nice." I mutter to myself.
With my other hand I hold my left boob, feeling it. Squeezing it. Then I massage it
with the sponge. Rubbing roughly over my nipple, making it tight and hard. I pinch it
lightly with my left hand as I begin soaping up the right one. I make circles with the
sponge, starting at my chest working towards the centre. I scrubbed over that nipple,
making it erect and sensitive.
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