I'm having fun with this story. I can't wait for the next chapter and then the next. I know where it's going to go and what I have planned but the knowing is the exciting part. As I write I can hardly wait to publish it and share my fantisy and my desire with others. I truely hope you find as much pleasure reading this as I have in writing it.
I've never touched or been touched sexually by anyone male or female. Though there's been a few time when I wanted to. I never did though, my father is well known and I would never do anything to hurt him in any way.
About six months ago some of my friends and I were at an art gallery checking out a new artist. In conversation while we browsed one of my friends mentioned that she'd heard about a new massage therapist who was doing wonders for women with stress. She mentioned the name, I was surprised to hear she was a woman since she specialized in only women.
I put it out of my mind but her name came up several times over the next few weeks. I'm curious by nature and since I'm interested in new natural healing methods I decided to investigate.
I called her office and made an appointment. I was struck first by how cute and sexy she was, then by how knowledgeable and professional she appeared. She explained that simple relaxation was in itself a healing process. Not a vacation to the Bahamas but true deep relaxation. She showed me around her clinic. The usual sauna, hot tub, candles, soothing music. Then she showed me a massage center. It wasn't a wooden or metal table with paper sheets. It was a bamboo mat laid across a foam covered pedestal in the center of a shallow pool of water. She explained that the feel of her hands massaging mixed with the caress of the water lapping the woman's body created a world of tranquility and peace. I wasn't too sure about it but promised I'd give it a try. She also led me to a conventional massage alcove. Her center was an open space with each phase of the treatment set aside in it's own allotted space. Done incredibly tasteful as well as beautiful.
I thanked her for sparing the time to show me her treatment center. I was hesitant to make an appointment though, I left with a promise to think about it and possibly get back to her in a few days. She stopped me as I turned towards the door. Her hand gently resting on my arm. "By the way, my name is Debby" She said. Her smile touched a flame buried deep inside me, brining a sputtering desire into dancing flames.
I virtually ran out the door. I'd been so careful, so controlled. No one knew the turmoil raging inside me. The last thing I needed was something or someone preoccupying my thoughts. Especially when that someone was a cute perky brunet with chocolate eyes and a smile that made my insides quiver. Someone who set fire to the well of frustration and need pulsing though my body.
I spent the next week distracted, in a haze. I couldn't focus because my mind and body yearned for someone I could never have. I repeated over and over in my head how much I loved my father, how important to me he is and how I'd do nothing to hurt or embarrass him.
I tried as hard as I could but it didn't work. At night, every night I gave in. My hands kneaded my breast, fingers squeezing nipples I gasped and begged. My cream covered fingers stroked my clit and spread the inner walls of my pussy as I plunged them over and over deep into my pussy. Only at night alone in my bed could I embrace the burning I felt for Debbie's touch.
A little more than a week had passed since I'd stepped into Debbie's clinic. Eight days filled with nothing but thoughts of her touch, thoughts of her breasts filling my hands. Thoughts of her soft lips their taste on my tongue.
I convinced myself that I would call and make an appointment. That somehow just the touch of her hands kneading aching muscles would be enough. There was no way she'd know of my attraction for her.
She answered and the sound of her voice was like a cool wave over my burning flesh. She greeted my introduction with enthusiasm and welcome. I made an appointment for later that same afternoon. My hand shook as I hung up the phone. I was breathing hard, shallow quick breaths. I knew I had to get some measure of control if I didn't want to look like an idiot this afternoon.
I headed for the shower. Deep cleansing breaths. I slid my fingers through my long golden hair. Vanilla scented soap lathered in my hands. I gasped as if shocked as I slid warm lather over my stomach. Warm sensation tingled and puckered my nipples and the dark circles framing them. They hardened painfully, aching throbbing peaks jutting from each breast. I closed my eyes embracing the pleasure as I squeezed and twisted both glistening nipples.
I spread my legs eager and pleading for the touch of my hands. Sliding my palms down my stomach I scooped up more bubbles. Slowly my slick fingers leading the way I caressed. My hips tilted forward, the tips of my fingers grazed the edges of my mound. My palms smoothing over the inside of my thighs.
I held my left hand pressed against the inside of my thigh. I turned my right hand and cupped my burning pussy. I pressed the heel hard against my pulsing clit. I ached so intently. I grasped for control but it was too late. My fingers pressed past my slick swollen lips. My legs spread wide my knees parting I shoved two fingers deep and hard slamming them inside me. My palm smashed my clit. I rocked my hips and rotated my palm back and forth across my clit.
Rich hot cum built deep inside my pussy. I panted, moaning as it built hot and thick inside me. Bursts of stinging pleasure shot deep inside me. The first wave of cum gush over my fingers, the walls of my pussy thickening and milking. I sank down pressing my back against the wall of the shower. I spread my knees wide. The spray of the shower dots of flame across my swollen pussy. My left fingers, three of them shoved deep inside, replacing my right. I slid my right hand higher my fingers embracing my clit. Furious intent strokes, I rubbed my swollen clit back and forth smashing it under my fingers.
I panted crying out moans of rich pure pleasure declaring my rapture. Pulsing cum flooded over my fingers. I stroked my clit refusing to stop after the intense waves had subsided. Little sparks of pleasure mixed with pain but I continued to rub. I moaned, the sensation too intense my clit too sensitive. I cupped the insides of my thighs my thumbs spreading my lips. I tilted my pussy exposing it fully, offering it openly to the stinging caress of the water falling from above.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards....Robert Heinlein