A Masseur And Her Client
By Cbrmale

The front door slammed.Melanie winced at the noise.She made her way down the marble staircase to the bar to pour herself a drink.She needed something to steady her nerves.In the back of her mind was a nagging thought 'how did it come to this?'As she sat with her glass of wine, her mind was full of confusion. Which way would she turn?She pondered her future.


Kirstin lay in bed, one eye on the clock, waiting for the alarm to ring.She was much too excited to sleep.Twelve years of school, three more years at TAFE and now she was joining the workforce.

For as long as she could remember, she had been the one who organised everybody else.Managing the games she played with her friends, in charge of her brothers and sisters.The one who was never backward when adults came to visit.When the time came to choose what to do for the rest of her life, the choice was easy.Any career where she would be able to meet lots and lots of people.Which course?Massage as it turned out.So a masseur is what she wanted to be and a masseur she will be today.Today, her first day at work.

At the same time, Melanie contemplated dragging herself out of bed. She wondered 'why bother'. Oh yes, Tuesday, her day at the gym. Every Tuesday and Thursday she did her aerobics class, worked out some more and followed it up with a nice relaxing massage.

She supposed that she should have an early breakfast, or maybe just a coffee. At least her friends will be there; her twice a week chance to mix with adults. Seeing as Robert worked seven days a week, she didn't have much time to mix with him. Up early, often leaving before sunrise. Melanie was used to eating on her own. As often as not she went to bed on her own as well. Not that it mattered much. Robert was too tired to do anything. When was the last time they had sex?Oh yes, special treat. Her birthday. October last year. She shuddered at the thought.

Eventually Melanie rose, showered and got herself ready. She enjoyed meeting her friends and sharing a coffee after they had finished at the gym. But she really enjoyed the massage more. It was decadent to be pampered so.There was a message on the answering machine in the study. Her regular masseur, Susan, was on holiday, so they had booked her in with a new girl. Unfortunately, her appointment was going to be an hour later. Damn! Nothing ever seemed to go right these days.

Melanie had her Aerobics booked for nine, by ten-thirty was enjoying a nice Latte with her three friends. She knew she had a long wait before her massage, so she tried to stretch their coffee time as far as it would go. One by one they had to leave, probably to happy homes and things to do. Unfortunately, the gym and the spa were isolated, and Melanie had no option but to book herself in early.

While she waited she grabbed one of the magazines and absently flicked through the pages. Her mind wandered. How did she end up like this?

"Mrs Davis. Mrs Davis."

Melanie recognised her name. She looked up and saw a girl with a clipboard.

"Mrs Davis. My name is Kirstin. I will be your masseur today. If you would like to come this way."

Melanie knew the way well enough. Kirstin took her to one of the rooms.

"I see you've been here before, so you know what to do. Strip down to your panties and lie on your tummy. You can use this towel to cover yourself. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Melanie watched Kirstin leave and felt a twinge of jealousy. If only I was her age, I wouldn't make the same mistakes again. Fancy cars and big houses are one thing, but when you get abandoned by your husband who is always working, and probably fucking someone else as well. The knock on the door broke her thoughts as Kirstin returned.

"I see from your notes that you like a relaxation massage. Anywhere I need to concentrate on?"

"Yes," Melanie replied. "My shoulders, they feel so tight all the time."

Kirstin folded the towel and started work on Melanie's shoulders. Yes, they were tight. Too much stress in this woman's life she thought. Melanie felt the pain of her muscles being kneaded, but she knew the pain was always followed by relief. She tried to ignore it.

"You're new here, aren't you?" Melanie asked.

"Yes, it's my first day."

"My, am I your first client?"

"No, my second. I can feel you are very tense."

"Yeah, I know," Melanie sighed. "It's the stress of my empty life. I'm so bored."

Kirstin was confused. "Bored?" she asked.

"No, not with the massage," Melanie clarified. "Bored with life."

Kirstin felt relieved but puzzled. She had seen the ladies age, 32. And she was a stunner. Short blonde hair, blue eyes and a body to die for. Why would her life be empty and boring?She decided not to probe, but she would really love to know a bit more about this woman.

Kirstin asked Melanie to roll over while she held the towel up. She put a couple of pillows under Melanie's head before sitting at the end of the table to massage her neck and temples.

Melanie felt such relief. She had been disappointed that Susan was on holidays, but this girl was so good. She tried to remember her name. Katie, Kristie, Kirstin? That's right. Kirstin. Next time she is going to ask for Kirstin.

"Mrs Davis, can I get you a hot towel?"

"Melanie, call me Melanie. And yes please."

Kirstin returned with the towel and a glass of water. Melanie sat on the table with the towel wrapped around her while Kirstin rubbed the oil off her back. Kirstin glanced at her breasts, so full and so shapely. She is a beautiful woman. All through the appointment, she could sense Melanie's melancholy. She wondered why?

On the way out, Melanie stopped at reception to confirm Thursdays booking. She wanted to make sure, regardless of Susan being available, that she was to see Kirstin from now on. She hadn't felt so good for such a long time.


Kirstin was surprised that she was booked to see Mrs Davis on Thursday. Pleasantly surprised. A woman who is so picture perfect and yet so sad. She wished she could help her in some way.

Kirstin had mixed feelings during their hour session. She knew she shouldn't feel this way with clients, but this woman was something else! Her legs, her bottom. Almost naked before her and responding to her touch. Her mind wandered. Wouldn't she like to touch her in other ways? No! She's a client. But she was aroused by her and puzzled at the same time. She felt strange, and that strangeness had been gnawing at her since Tuesday. She felt a little lightheaded when Melanie was around. She needed to know more about her.

"Last time you said you were stressed and bored," Kirstin started.

"Ah yes. Stressed and bored," Melanie replied with a sigh. "Stressed because I never see my husband, who is up to who knows what with who knows who. And bored because I have all day alone in the great big house."

"That's a shame," Kirstin sympathised.

"I suppose so. But when you marry someone, you never know how it's going to turn out, do you?"

"I don't know," Kirstin admitted. "My parents are happy though."

"Mine too. But not me."

Kirstin returned with the hot towel and a glass of water. Her mind was racing. Her husband's playing around and has left this beautiful woman alone. How stupid! Men; they're all the same.They chase you and when they have caught you they race off and chase someone else. No way is she going to have anything to do with men. Her Dad's okay, but the rest aren't worth anything.

Melanie felt superbly relaxed as Kirstin wiped her down. She really was a lovely girl. Maybe they could talk a bit more next Tuesday. She hoped so.


Even though Susan was back from her holiday, Kirstin was relieved that Mrs Davis, Melanie, would be seeing her. There was something captivating about this woman. More than captivating, she felt odd when they were together. It was a feeling she hadn't felt before.

Kirstin knew that Melanie's shoulders would be tight and tense. This time though, she was going to concentrate on other things. She felt sorry for Melanie and she was sure she could bring a little brightness into her life. Make her feel special for a moment.

"You say you're husband's seeing someone else?" Kirstin asked.

"Yes, no, I don't know," Melanie sounded so confused. "It's just that he's never home and we haven't, you know, for months."

Kirstin wasn't sure what to do with that revelation!

Melanie continued. "He must be seeing someone else 'cause he sure isn't interested in me."

"That's a shame. Men, you never know, do you?"

"No," Melanie sighed. "You never know."

Kirstin decided to be a bit more adventurous with her massage. "Do you mind if I roll your panties down a little?"

She eased Melanie's panties down and started to knead her buttocks. Kirstin admired her beautiful firm and fleshy bottom. If only. The she heard something. Melanie moaned a little. She kneaded harder. She heard it again. Moaning with her touch.

"Melanie, are you alright?" Kirstin asked.

"It's just, your touch. It brings back memories."

Kirstin started on Melanie's thighs. Such legs! So shapely and so firm. She massaged inside her right leg, running her hand the full length. She thought about the moaning. 'Accidentally' she let her fingers brush Melanie's pussy through her panties. She saw Melanie grind her hips into the table. She did it again. Same response.

Kirstin moved to Melanie's left leg, massaging her and brushing her pussy through her thin satin panties. Melanie visibly squirmed on the table every time she did it. Kirstin could feel her heart pounding. She knew it was wrong but something drove her on to keep it up. Again and again and again.

"Could you turn over please?" Kirstin asked

Melanie rolled over onto her back, her white panties stretched tight over her love mound. Kirstin felt short of breath, as she started work on her legs again. Again brushing Melanie's pussy as she kneaded those glorious thighs. Feeling Melanie's arousal. She knew the effect she was having on this woman. Should she? She wondered.

Kirstin gave up the pretence of a massage and instead cupped her hand over Melanie's pussy and firmly rubbed her. She could feel the wetness. She rubbed her hard for just a moment.

"What are you doing?" Melanie challenged.

"Don't you like it?" Kirstin asked gently.

"No! You can't do that, you're a girl?" Melanie sounded cross.

"And you're a beautiful woman who has been abandoned by a thoughtless husband?" Kirstin replied, defiantly.

Kirstin rubbed her again.

"Don't tell me that's not nice," Kirstin purred.

Kirstin rubbed her again and again. She could hear Melanie murmur, feel her wetness.

"Do you want more?" Kirstin asked. There was no response.

Kirstin held her hand over Melanie's pussy, rubbing her through the thin material of her panties, harder and harder. She could feel Melanie push up, grinding her hips hard against Kirstin's fingers. Kirstin slipped her hand under the satin material, feeling for this beautiful woman's clit. She rubbed it direct, finger on flesh. She could see Melanie's eyes closed, her face furrowed in concentration. She rubbed it with a regular circular stoke. Rubbing her as she would have rubbed herself. Rubbing her and rubbing her and rubbing her.

Suddenly she heard Melanie gasp. She came! Kirstin gently slipped her hand away and replaced her panties over her now saturated pussy. She bent over and lightly kissed Melanie on the lips.

"That's better, isn't it?"

Melanie's heart was racing. This was wrong but it felt so right. It felt so magnificently right. She opened her eyes and all she could see was a pretty young girl looking at her with such an expression. She felt so blissful; she had forgotten how good it was. All she wanted to do was relax and soak in the glorious bliss that had enveloped her. For once, everything seemed right in the world. That lovely girl.


Another Thursday, Kirstin showed Melanie to the same room as last time. Left alone to get ready, Melanie felt determined that the last appointment wasn't going to be wasted. She had been denying her feelings for too long.

Melanie stripped down to her panties and lay face down on the table. Her heart was pounding as she awaited Kirstin, beautiful Kirstin. She hadn't felt this way about anyone for so long. So long that she couldn't remember. The door opened and Melanie knew who it must be. She had been thinking about this since Tuesday. She had to say it. "Kirstin, I want you to."

Kirstin interrupted. "Melanie, you're an attractive and sexy lady. But we can't have an affair on a massage table in a day spa. I like you Melanie, I like you a lot. I want to see you, but not here. You don't have to make up your mind now, but at the end of your massage you can let me know."

"But Kirstin."

"Melanie, I really like you. Now is the time for your massage. Then we can talk."

Melanie bit her lip. She felt tense even as Kirstin tried to massage her tension away. For almost the whole hour her mind pondered what Kirstin had said. She really meant she wanted to be serious. Her girlfriend. No, her lover. Kirstin asked Melanie to roll over in order to massage her head and neck.

Melanie looked up at Kirstin, at her kind and gentle face. She felt overwhelmed, she felt her tears starting to build up. "Kirstin, I'm so confused. I want to feel like a real woman again. I want to love and I want to feel loved again. But I'm scared." she said as the tears started to roll down her cheeks.

Kirstin put her finger on Mealanie's lips. "Ssh, it's okay. Love is the greatest of all. Sometimes it comes and stays, sometimes it leaves us and we need to search for it again."

"Kirstin, do you love me?" Melanie asked between sniffles.

"Have you heard of love at first sight?"

"But me, you. We're girls."

"Love strikes in mysterious ways. I love you Melanie. I want to be with you. I want to make you happy."

"Then you want to come to my house?"


"Tomorrow?" Melanie asked hopefully.

"I have tomorrow afternoon off. I'll come then"

Melanie's heart lifted. Maybe Kirstin was right, love does strike in mysterious ways. Her mind wandered. Had she ever loved Robert? Yes, a long time ago there was an undeniable passion when they first met. They couldn't get enough of each other. But they had never moved on, and once the passion waned, the relationship died. They hadn't had sex for months. Kirstin's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Is two o'clock okay Melanie?"

"Two is fine."

Kirstin grabbed some tissues and wiped Melanie's cheeks. As Kirstin bent over, she kissed Melanie on the cheek. Melanie felt her heart racing. Yes, love can strike in mysterious ways.


Kirstin drove slowly along the street, counting out the house numbers. 35, 37, this must be it. She parked her car in the driveway. She hadn't expected anything like this. High on the slope was a large block with a perfectly kept front yard. The house itself sat even higher with views to the mountains. It was huge with a large garage on the ground floor and two more storeys above that. The clock in her car told her she was right on time. She made her way to the front door and pressed the buzzer.

She heard Melanie's shoes echoing on the floor just before the door opened. "Ah, Kirstin, I'm so happy to see you. Did you have any trouble finding this place?"

"No, not at all. This is a lovely house Melanie."

"Thanks. Robert must have the best of everything you know. Come in."

Kirstin followed Melanie. There was a glass wall, partially steamed up. Looking hard, Kirstin could see an indoor swimming pool. Never had she seen such a thing in a house before!She followed Melanie through the ground floor, the full length of the house. Melanie took her out to the back yard. There was a lovely paved area overlooking the garden. A garden much larger than the front. Kirstin noticed a tennis court in the middle distance.

"Would you like a drink?" Melanie's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Yes, please. Whatever you're having."

"I'm having a white wine."

"That's fine."

Melanie disappeared for a few moments, allowing Kirstin to take in the view a bit more. The tennis court looked inviting. Pity she hadn't brought some sports shoes. Melanie returned soon enough with a bottle in an ice bucket and two glasses. They sat at a table in the shade of an umbrella, sipping their wine. Talking about everything and nothing. Both too nervous to talk about why Kirstin was really here.

Kirstin reached across and lightly touched Melanie's arm.

"Kirstin, I'm nervous."

"Ssh. It's alright. I know what I'm doing.'

"I'm glad you do."

"Ssh. Just relax."

Kirstin stood behind Melanie and gently massaged her shoulder through the thin material of her dress. Melanie felt the familiar touch, those soothing fingers. She could feel the tension start to drain.

"Let's take this off, shall we."

Kirstin unzipped the dress and Melanie stood to allow Kirstin to lift it over her head.

"That's better. Melanie, everytime I see you, I wonder. You're so beautiful."

She took one step forward, cradled her arm around Melanie's waist and kissed her. Deep, romantic, passionate. Holding the back of Melanie's head with one hand and her waist with her other. She could feel the flair of her hips, her perfect firm bottom. She felt Melanie start to respond, the older woman circled Kirstin with both arms, holding her close.

They stood there, locked in a tender embrace. A passionate and never ending kiss. Kirstin wanted this so badly. She needed this woman!

Kirstin pulled away and reached behind Melanie, unhooking her bra. It fell to the ground, releasing those superb breasts. Kirstin looked and suddenly felt gawky. This woman was perfection indeed. How stupid men are? To leave such a lovely woman to have some other young thing just because he could. Melanie reached out and drew Kirstin closer. Another deep passionate kiss. Kirstin felt those soft breasts press into her. She cupped Melanie's superb arse and held it, feeling those soft round globes. Their tongues touching and dancing as they embraced. Kirstin slipped her hand into the elastic of Melanie's panties, slowly easing them down. Melanie took the hint, kicked off her shoes and removed her tiny, satin panties. She stood before Kirstin, totally naked. Kirstin admired her again. Her curves. Even her pussy. Blonde and trimmed. Her charms tucked out of sight. Her heart leaped a little. Soon I'm going to have that pussy.

She unbuttoned her own blouse, pulling it away from her shorts. She quickly got down to her underwear.

"Kirstin, you are gorgeous."

"No I'm not."

"You are to me."

Kirstin smiled. She removed the last of her clothing. "I want you. I want you so bad." She shuddered as they held each other again. Skin against skin. Such a perfect sensation. She spied a couple of sun lounges nearby. Kirstin took Melanie's hand and led her to them. "Here."

Melanie lay on the lounge, the soft cushion felt comfortable. Kirstin knelt beside, kissing her and gently stroking her breasts. Melanie's nipples responding to the gentle touch of the young girl. Kirstin kissed her neck, that gorgeous part just above her shoulder. Slowly the kisses moved lower. Soon she was flicking one nipple with her tongue and rubbing the other. Kissing the nub, and then sucking it. Drawing it gently between her lips. Allowing her hand to wander a little more. Down to Melanie's thigh. Just stroking it. Melanie spread her legs. Kirstin stroked inside her thigh, every now and then brushing her pussy. Feeling the wetness starting to build.

Kirstin moved away and positioned herself on the end of the lounge, between Melanie's legs. That pussy looked so inviting. Tentatively, she leaned forward and brushed Melanie's lips with her tongue. She felt her wetness, felt her arousal. Again she brushed the full length of Melanie's pussy, her tongue finishing on her clit. Again and again. Feeling Melanie's arousal grow. She looked up and could see Melanie's eyes closed. Her faced was peaceful and relaxed.

She rubbed Melanie's clit a little firmer. Using her tongue to rub just one side. At the same time she gently eased her finger inside Melanie's glorious pussy. She could feel the tight wetness. She knew what she was after. Slowly she curled her finger up, exploring. Looking for that special spot. There it was, soft and spongy. She pressed.

Melanie gasped. Kirstin looked up, "Is that okay?"

Melanie nodded.

Kirstin continued to rub and to press. Her finger, no her hand was getting wetter and wetter with Melanie's juices. Now was the time. She clamped her mouth over that blonde-framed pussy and sucked. Sucked and sucked like there was no tomorrow. Melanie gasped again. Kirstin looked up.Melanie seemed okay.

Kirstin continued. Sucking and pressing. Kirstin could hear Melanie moaning. She kept it up. Sucking and pressing. A steady rhythm. Driving her on and on.

Suddenly, Melanie cried out. Kirstin felt the contractions; her finger was squeezed three, four, five times. Kirstin gently kissed her pussy. 'There Melanie, that was good, wasn't it?' she thought to herself.

Melanie laid back in bliss. That was so good. Slowly she opened her eyes and saw young Kirstin kneeling between her legs. She put her arms out. Kirstin kissed her. They held each other tight. A lovers embrace.

"Kirstin, I want to make you come."

"Can you do what I did?" Kirstin asked

"I don't know."

"Just use your tongue and go with it.Okay?"

They swapped places. Kirstin could feel her own wetness. Helping Melanie to come again was more than arousing. She didn't really need this, but.

Melanie lay down between the young girl's legs and started. She felt a little scared. Tentatively she licked at the young girl. So wet! A bitter flavour, but not unpleasant. She traced around with her tongue, trying to work out what to do. Feeling for the hood over Kirstin's clit. That should do it. Nice and gentle. She slipped her finger inside Kirstin's pussy. So wet, so tight. She gently finger-fucked her while she traced her tongue around.

It was lovely! The folds of skin, the wetness, the tightness inside. Her head felt light. It was all too much. It was just so gorgeous to be making love this way. She never realised.

"Can you rub me?Rub me with your fingers?"

Melanie took her wet fingers and started to rub Kirstin. Kirstin reached down and gently moved her hand. She started to rub again. Gentle and regular. Kirstin reached down and pressed her hand down a little harder. She followed the young girls lead. She kept up the firmer stroke.

"That's right. Rub me. Make me come. Rub harder! Make me come!"

Melanie felt even more excited by Kirstin's talk. She rubbed her; she wanted to make her come. She wanted it more than anything in this world.

"Make me come. I want you to make me come! Fuck my pussy and make me come!"

Melanie slipped her finger inside again and started to finger-fuck her. God, it felt good.

"No, two. Fuck me with two."

Melanie slipped another finger inside. It was even tighter. She concentrated on rubbing and fucking. It was hard.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come. YES!" Kirstin shouted.

Melanie felt stunned. Did she really do that to another girl? Suddenly she realised that she was short of breath. So excited about loving Kirstin she had forgotten to breathe. She kissed Kirstin. Kirstin held her tight.

"Was that okay?" Melanie tentatively asked.

"You done good."


Kirstin looked at her watch for the umpteenth time. She went back to the magazine she was reading. Trying to read. She had been stuck on the same page for the last 20 minutes. Reading the same paragraph over and over again. Melanie was late. She wished she hadn't been talked into inviting her around. After that glorious house, her one bedroom apartment seemed pretty tame.

In the background, she could smell dinner cooking. She hoped it would be okay. She knew that Melanie liked white wine, so she had a bottle in the fridge. The table was set for two. Everything was under control. Why did she feel so nervous?

The buzzer rang. Kirstin released the outside security door and waited. She heard shoes echoing on the concrete stairs. A brief knock at the door. She swung it open. Melanie kissed her.

"Kirstin, I've missed you."

"Come in. This is my humble home."

The lounge room was just inside the front door. Melanie took a seat. Kirstin asked her for a drink. A white wine, if she had one. Kirstin left her for a moment to get two glasses of cool wine.

"This is such a lovely place."

"No. It's nothing compared to yours."

"Nonsense. It's so tasteful. I feel lonely rattling 'round a large house on my own. This is perfect."

Kirstin could sense that Melanie was genuine. "Thanks, it's so handy to the city and work."

"Can I have a look around?" Melanie asked.

There wasn't much to see. The lounge room had a suite at one end and a round table at the other. The bathroom doubled as the laundry. The kitchen was separate. But the bedroom was nice. Cool blue colours, peaceful and relaxing. A nice large bed and plenty of room around it.

"My this is a lovely room," Melanie started. "So relaxing.I like the, um, wardrobe."

Kirstin smiled. Yes, the wardrobe. It ran the full width of the room. Mirrored doors sliding in three parts. Not smoked mirrors, glass that was clear and bright. Everything in the room reflected back at you. She thought again. Past lovers reflected in the glass. A discreet glance every now and then. Lovers to come. Loving tonight.

"This is for later. Come. I hope you like dinner?"

"Kirstin my sweet, it smells superb."

Kirstin dimmed the lights and lit two candles. Everything was ready. As she dished up for two, momentarily she felt like her mother. The plates were warm and everything had been done just the way her mum used to.

After a second glass of wine and a nice meal, Kirstin was feeling so relaxed and comfortable. Melanie helped her to clear the table and load the dishwasher. They returned to the lounge to talk a little. Kirstin put on some gentle music to set the scene. Now that the meal was over, she could feel her excitement building.

"Melanie, you know how I said I loved you at first sight. I love you more. I've never felt this way before. I've had other girlfriends, but you're so different."

"It's okay. I know you've been with other girls. It sort of. shows."

Kirstin blushed.

Melanie continued. "I loved Robert once, I know the feeling. I loved him from the time I first met him. But you're different. You are very sweet and gentle. The more I know you the stronger I feel. It's nice. A nice place to be."

Kirstin felt unsure about Melanie's response. She felt so strongly about this woman and suddenly she felt that, maybe, Melanie didn't really love her after all.

Melanie came to where Kirstin was sitting. She bent down and kissed her on the cheek. As if she was reading Kirstin's mind. "I love you. It grows every day."

Kirstin reached up and held on tight. She wanted Melanie so. She wanted to love this woman till the end of time. She never wanted to let her go. They held each other tight, both overcome with emotion. They both realised that their love for each other was different. An intense passion or a growing desire?But it was true love nonetheless.

Kirstin whispered in Melanie's ear. "Come with me." She took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

Kirstin sensed that Melanie was still uncertain about their lovemaking. She made the first moves, wrapping her arms around Melanie's waist. Drawing her closer, holding her. Kissing her. Feeling her start to relax, returning the kiss. A kiss that got ever more passionate.

Soon their tongues were exploring. Kirstin made the first move, gently probing Melanie's lips. Feeling Melanie open to her, their tongues touching, Kirstin probing, Melanie meeting her. Wet softness rubbing against wet softness.

Kirstin started to undress Melanie; at the same time glancing at the mirrored wall. My God this woman looks great. The mirror showed her fine, feminine bottom to full advantage as Kirstin uncovered her equally impressive cleavage. Every time they got together, Kirstin felt so underdeveloped. So gawky in the presence of this fascinating and ever so sexy woman.

Melanie followed Kirstin's lead, unbuttoning Kirstin's blouse. Soon blouses and slacks, underwear and skirts were in a heap on the floor as the two lovers stood holding each other tight. That gorgeous feeling of skin against skin. Again Kirstin glanced in the mirror. Melanie's fine round arse looked even more perfect uncovered. She shuddered. She knew what was about to come.

Kirstin slowly stepped backward, slowly to the large bed. Melanie took her hand and followed. The kissing continued like they never wanted to stop. The bed was much more comfortable then standing, and it gave both girls a chance to explore each other's bodies. Holding, squeezing, kissing. Sucking nipples, rubbing bottoms. Slowly, gradually the passion built. Hotter and hotter.

Kirstin was making the moves with the older woman following. There is nothing sexier than mutual loving. She pulled back a little and started to kiss the full length of Melanie's body. Lingering a little at her pussy before ending at her toes. Positioned like that was just what she wanted. It was an easy move to straddle Melanie, to lower her pussy in reach of Melanie. To be able to reach down and start to run her tongue around her lover's blonde-framed pussy.

Melanie looked up and saw Kirstin's womanhood so close. She held onto her small cute bottom for support and tentatively started to run her tongue around. She could taste the wetness, smell the arousal. At the same time she felt Kirstin exploring her. Her tongue gently wandering until it finally ended up at her clit. 'That's it', Melanie thought. She tried the same thing. Surprisingly upside down was quite easy. She ran her tongue around the hood over Kirstin's clit. Gently rubbing and licking. Tasting her; such a perfect taste.

Melanie felt Kirstin slip two fingers inside. The sensation was delicious. She lost her thought for a moment, and then decided to follow. Kirstin's lips were so close, so inviting. Tentatively she eased two fingers inside the tight opening. Following Kirstin's lead she continued to lick and suck while running her fingers in and out. A slow and gentle fucking motion. At the same time, she could feel herself being fucked.

The sensation was too delicious. She looked past Kirstin's thigh to the mirrored door. There, in the door, was a perfect reflection. The two of them! The most perfect sight she had seen in her 32 years. The tall slim girl curled over her body, Kirstin's head buried between her own legs!Her own head framed by Kirstin's long legs. She was mesmerised by the scene. All the while Kirstin kept driving her on, sucking more firmly and fucking her. She could feel her sensations build. This girl is so good!The familiar feelings starting, the tingling. Slowly building. She returned to Kirstin's pussy with a vengeance. Sucking her harder and fucking her with purpose. The feelings started to die away. She eased back on Kirstin and concentrated on her own body instead. Feeling her young lover expertly pleasure her. Feeling herself get closer and closer. Closer to the edge. Momentarily poised on the cliff before.

Kirstin felt her gasp and tense as she came. She kept on licking at her. After a moment, she started to pick it up again. At the same time, she could feel Melanie start to increase the pleasuring of her own pussy. She needed to come now.

Straightening her arms, she pushed down harder onto Melanie. Willing Melanie to make it happen. Feeling the sensations building.

Melanie was almost suffocating with wet pussy forced hard onto her face. Kirstin's juices running freely. She dared not give up. Clearly she was achieving something. She kept it up. She could hear Kirstin moaning.

Suddenly Kirstin cried out and a spurt of liquid gushed over her face. She continued to rub the young girl's pussy for a few moments, trying to milk the last of the orgasm out of her. Kirstin lifted herself up and turned around. She saw her look down.

"You're all wet!"

Melanie looked at the mirror. Her hair was dishevelled. She was wet indeed, from her eyebrows to her chest. Kirstin leaned down and kissed full on her wet lips.

"Oral isn't oral unless you drown in it," and she laughed.

Melanie couldn't help but laugh at herself. It was the most incredible thing she had ever experienced.


Kirstin parked her car in the driveway. Half way to the front door she stopped to admire the view. It was a perfect clear and sunny day. The hills and mountains looked so spectacular in the distance. She made her way to the front door and rang.

Melanie opened the door and noticed Kirstin was entranced by the view. "It's lovely, isn't it?"

"Oh, sorry. I didn't notice."

"No, that's alright. It's a lovely view. Come inside."

Kirstin followed, but something took her attention. "That pool Melanie, is it okay?"

"Okay?" Melanie asked.

"Yeah, okay for a swim."

"Yes. We don't use it much," Melanie replied.

"Good, it's been ages since I had a swim. Can we have one?"

"Of course," Melanie laughed. "Did you bring your costume?"

"Who needs a costume?" Kirstin shouted as she ran toward the water. In a flash her clothes were in a heap on one of the chairs. She reached down to feel the water temperature. Just right. She dived right in.

Melanie watched her with envy. Oh to be so young.

"Come on, it's lovely," Kirstin yelled above the echo of the water.

'Why not?' Melanie thought. She quickly stripped off and jumped in. She gasped. The water on her naked body felt so erotic. She had never swum without a costume before. She didn't realise that even a brief bikini made such a difference. Suddenly there was an erotic touch of a different sort. A young girl was holding her. They kissed. The sensation of the water on her nakedness and the sensation of young Kirstin was almost overpowering. She wanted to make love there and then!

Kirstin pulled away and swum to the far end of the pool. Melanie watched as she effortless turned laps. Her slim body gliding through the water. She felt envious. She had never been a good swimmer. She noticed Kirstin stop to get her bearings. Watched her change stroke and make her way to where Melanie was standing. Kirstin embraced her and kissed her again.

"This is a lovely pool. I just love swimming," Kirstin said, stating the obvious.

"I can see that."

"I love something more though."

"What might that be?" Melanie asked.

"I think you know," Kirstin laughed. "I have a surprise; it's my favourite."

"A surprise eh? Well, we better get out of here. I'm intrigued."

Melanie grabbed a couple of towels from the change room and the two girls wiped each other dry. Tenderly rubbing backs and legs until they were dry. Hand in hand, they made their way upstairs to the bedroom.

"Melanie," Kirstin exclaimed. "This is gorgeous."

"Thanks, I decorated it myself."

The room was red and gold. It looked lush and decadent. The bed was huge, much larger than anything that Kirstin had ever seen before. A post at each corner was tied with a broad band of material, the same material as the curtains. It looked a little like a traditional four-poster bed, but much larger and more open.

Melanie was curious. "What's this surprise then?"

"Ssh. Plenty of time. Let's love each other first.

This time there was no need for Kirstin to lead. In a flash they were naked on the bed. Holding and hugging and kissing. Passionate and excited. No gentle probing, deep passionate exploring. Hard, fast. A lovemaking building out of developing familiarity.

The bed was so sexy. Kirstin felt like she was in an Arab tent. The bed was huge, and the thick material around the posts added to the atmosphere.

Soon they were into pleasuring each other again. Kirstin on top, Melanie holding onto her bottom and exploring her. Kirstin could feel Melanie's growing confidence, her growing experience. My word this woman is a quick learner. She relaxed and enjoyed Melanie's touch. Feeling the sensations that only an expert tongue can give a girl! At the same time, she buried her head between Melanie's superb legs. Feeling her arousal, tasting her wetness. But, she had other ideas in mind.

Kirstin eased back and away from Melanie. She knelt astride Melanie's left thigh, one leg close to her hip, and the other between Melanie's already splayed legs. The fit felt perfect. She gently pressed her pussy onto Melanie's and ground down. Just right. She started to rub, grinding back and forward. Melanie stayed still for a few moments until she understood. Kirstin could feel her tentatively start to move her hips, trying to match their motion. Kirstin leaned on Melanie's right leg for support as she started to grind harder. This was her favourite. So wet and slippery. She could even hear the squishy noise of wet pussy grinding wet pussy.

She looked down at Melanie, who was really getting into it. Melanie's eyes were closed as she moved her hips in time with Kirstin's. Kirstin felt an overpowering desire to kiss her; this was real love making. She leant forward just a little, but felt Melanie grab her, moving her upright again.

Kirstin laughed. "You like that, don't you?"

Melanie's voice was too thick to answer.

Kirstin laughed again. She knew the effect she was having. This was her favourite. She relaxed herself, she knew this was going to be a long session.

On and on they went. After several minutes, Kirstin could feel her legs starting to ache. She leaned forward, lowering herself flat on top of her lover. Barely missing a beat, she kept rubbing her own pussy on Melanie's thigh and brought her own thigh up to rub Melanie's pussy.

She kissed Melanie as she continued to grind away. Upright was good, lying on your lover was better! She felt Melanie pushing hard against her leg, she could feel the wetness on her thigh. She continued to grind, her leg rubbing hard against Melanie's wet pussy. Pushing her on, closer and closer. She could see the concentration in Melanie's face. She must be close now.

"Oh fuck!" Melanie exclaimed as she came.

Kirstin laughed again. "Oh fuck indeed." She kissed Melanie. Melanie wrapped her arms around the younger girl, holding onto her for the deepest and most passionate kiss they either had ever experienced.

"Your turn," was all Melanie said.

Kirstin rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Melanie dived into her favourite territory. She latched onto Kirstin's clit straight away. Licking and sucking it. At the same time she slipped two fingers inside. Kirstin was so wet! She sucked her and fucked her. She could hear Kirstin moaning. She kept up the onslaught. Sucking and rubbing her clit and fucking her pussy.

Melanie had trouble holding onto Kirstin's wild bucking. She knew the young girl was close and this was going to be big. Suddenly, she heard Kirstin whimper as she came. She felt the tension of orgasm ripple through her cunt. Melanie smiled with satisfaction. She sat on her haunches between Kirstin's legs, admiring her. Knowing that making love with this girl was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Kirstin reached up for her. Melanie wiped some of the love juices from her mouth and lay beside. They held each other gently. Relaxed in their blissful satisfaction.

Melanie felt so peaceful with the young girl nestled close against her; she didn't hear the front door. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Robert! All he could see was the two naked women, his wife and a girl cuddling her.

"Who are you?" Robert exclaimed.

"Who are you?" Kirstin defiantly replied.

"I own this house."

"That means I just fucked your wife!" Kirstin retorted.

"You little bastard, who do you think you are?

"Her lover, that's who!"

"Lover! You get your things and get out!" Robert shouted.

Kirstin could see the anger on his face, she felt scared but she was unsure what to do. She glanced at Melanie.

"Go Kirstin, it will be alright?" Melanie reassured her.


"Yes, just go."

Kirstin ran downstairs naked, her clothes were still by the swimming pool.

Robert turned on his wife. "What have you got to say for yourself?"

"She was here when you are not," Melanie calmly replied. "Doing God knows what with God knows who."

"Oh so that's it, you think I'm having an affair while you have a naked teenager in our bed."

"She is 21 and yes, she is naked in our bed. What are you going to do about it?" Melanie challenged.

"I'm not staying here to be humiliated. I'm leaving, that's what I'm gonna do. I work night and day for everything you see here, and this is how you treat me."

"Well, perhaps I needed more than just things."

"I can see you don't need me. "Robert turned and stormed down the stairs.

The front door slammed. Melanie winced at the noise. She made her way down the marble staircase to the bar to pour herself a drink. She needed something to steady her nerves. In the back of her mind was a nagging thought 'how did it come to this?'As she sat with her glass of wine, her mind was full of confusion. Which way would she turn? She pondered her future.


Melanie went to the study to open the envelope that had just arrived. It was from Robert's lawyers. She carefully read through the long document. It seemed to be in order. She gets the house, the furniture, her car and $100,000 per year. He gets to keep the rest of his wealth and income. It was a good deal. Unreconcilable differences sounded so much better than adultery with a young girl. And for Robert, appearances meant more than mere money.

Kirstin appeared at the door. "Is that it?" she asked.

"Yes, I'll send it on to my lawyers tomorrow. Now, what are you up to?"

"Well my darling," Kirstin replied. "I thought that seeing as you have such an investment in the new massage table, perhaps a good massage would be a way to ease the stress of the last few months."

"Yes Kirstin, I think you're right. "She took Kirstin's hand and they made their way to their own personal day spa.


Copyright 2004 Cbrmale, Australia

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