Eric’s First Therapy Success.
By Silver Sea. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
“Okay Farah. You need to relax your hips or you will undo all my work on your back.” Eric said, lightly pushing down on Farah’s ass . “I received the message. Now let me finish this part of the massage.”
Farah sighed trying to relax her hips, feeling excited but still a little anxious, tense and eager, anticipating what was coming. Eric started massaging her anus and vulva. Farah was fighting the urge to raise her hips, to turn over, to scream out instructions and praise.
Eric’s touching became less focused, massaging Farah’s buttocks and thighs as well as her anus and vulva, trying to increase Farah’s awareness and urgency. He returned to a more focused approach his massaging returning to her labia, then her clit and anus. Again, Eric left those intimate areas, massaging her thighs and glutes. ‘NO!’ she wanted to scream ‘No! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!’ Then Eric’s thumbs were slipping through her ass , stopping at her anus, sliding left and right. ‘Who knew anal stimulation felt so good?’ Farah thought. Eric’s hands were on her cunt. Yes her ‘cunt’, Farah thought. 'My wanton cunt.’
She felt Eric moving. 'Where to? I’m so horny. Don’t leave.’
“Farah. Let’s do some stretching now.”
'What? What the fuck are you talking about? I paid you to play with my cunt.’
“I want you to push back. Stretch your arms to the top of the table. Keep your forehead as close as you can to the table. As you move back, spread your knees so your body can fall between them. We’re going to stretch your back just before you turn over and we do your groins.”
Farah was panting. She pushed herself back. She wanted Eric’s hands back on her pussy. 'Stretch my back. My back is fine.’
“Can you get your chest a bit lower?” Eric asked lightly pushing on her back.
Farah to a deep breath, exhaled and pushed her chest down, with her nipples resting on the table, her tits able to swing just a little, Farah was now aware how her arousal had raised the sensitivity in her nipples.
“Good.”
Eric’s erection bumped into Farah’s foot. Farah was startled for an instant aware how vulnerable she was in this position, how easy it would be for Eric to slide his penis into her. Eric started a steady one hand massage on Farah’s back the other hand resting at the top of her ass. Farah held her breath. Hid dick bumped her feet a few times.
“Oh.” Farah exhaled, feeling Eric’s hand slid down Farah’s ass, pausing at her anus, then continuing through her labia all the way to her clit.
“Ah.” Farah screamed, her clit sparking the reaction she couldn’t suppress. 'Oh fuck.’ Farah thought.
Eric’s hand made that trip four times before his other hand joined in massaging and spreading her labia, spinning circles on her vagina, then her anus and her clit then massaging and spreading her labia again. At first there was a pattern and then it became random. Farah wanted to cum but Eric kept edging her then letting her come down a bit.
“Do you want fingers inside you?”
Farah paused. She did. She wanted to feel full. But; “Yes.”
“How many?”
“One. No two. Two, please.”
Eric massaged her labia again. Farah was wondering; Oh at last a finger entered her, then left her, oh another inside her, fingers touching her clit, leaving, back again, two fingers inside her, a cock resting on one of her feet, fingers spinning on her clit, his cock leaving her foot, a tongue; a mouth on; . Sucking her anus.
“Ah!!!!” Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!“
Melissa and Corrine were standing in the kitchen. They jumped a little then looked at each other and smiled when Farah’s screams bellowed out of the massage room.
“Nice.” They said in unison.
“Well done, Eric.” Melissa said first.
“Thank you, Eric. My recommendation was obviously a good one.”
“Obviously.” Melissa said.
“Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow. Um. Um Um.”
Eric kissed Farah’s anus, “Would you like me to take my fingers out?”
“Uh. Uh. Maybe.”
They both chuckled. Eric kissed Farah’s ass again.
“Lay back down when you’re ready. They will come out as you do that.” Eric said, removing his hand from Farah’s clit.
Farah pushed back against Eric’s hand a couple of times in the most miniscule way. She hadn’t cum like that in a long while. Her body was alive, awakened, she wanted another orgasm. Farah pressed forward laying her head in the hole. Eric ran light touches all over Farah’s body in no particular pattern. The touches would have tickled Farah if she hadn’t just spent considerable energy on her climax.
Farah’s waning orgasm allowed her body to become aware of individual sensations she was experiencing in different parts of her anatomy. In her massive orgasm her body had become a singularity, now she was getting signals from her tits, which were feeling alert but neglected, her back, relaxed and calm, her clit, sensitive with a little buzz still humming, her anus, awakened, beating out pulsing sensations, happy but curious about what else it could experience, her vagina, warm happy but wanting more plundering, more fullness.
“If you’re okay, I will go and get Melissa to remove some of the oil from your back.” Eric whispered into Farah’s ear having leaned over her placing his head next to hers.
“Ah. Yes. Thank you.”
Eric tiptoed out of the room, closing the door as softly as he could.
“Melissa?” Eric called out just loud enough for his voice to carry through most of the house.
“In the kitchen Eric.”
Eric walked into the kitchen. As he turned the corner, Melissa and Corrine broke into quiet applause, with big smiles on their face.
“Well done Eric.” Corrine said nodding her approval.
Eric shrugged, “Christ. I thought Melissa was loud when she came. Did you hear that? She scared me for crying out loud and I was there. Oh. She’s waiting for you to remove the oil. There’s lots.”
“Did we hear it? It set off car alarms up and down the street.”
“No shit.”
“Did you sort out the $120?” Melissa asked turning to fill a large stainless steel mixing bowl with hot water. While the bowl filled, Melissa removed her clothes.
“I did. I guess $120 was right. She wants two orgasms, one using my hands, done, and the other using my mouth.”
“Nicely done Farah,” said Corrine, “And nice shiny cock Eric. It looks a little oily. Has it been getting its own massage?”
“Some. I’m trying to control myself. Which isn’t exactly easy when your client is so as beautiful as Farah. And her touch is pretty nice as well. So, I’m trying to balance satisfying her desire to touch me and me not standing there getting my own happy ending.”
Melissa started upstairs carrying the water. Eric called after her, “Hey, what’s with you being naked?”
“Farah told me it would make her more comfortable.”
Farah laid in the quiet wearing a smile she couldn’t remove even if she wanted to. 'Wow. That felt so good. I think I needed that.’ All she wanted now was for Eric to come back and get her off with his mouth, and then; Where was her purse? Did she bring more money? Nobody carried money anymore. Wait. I just paid for sex and now I want to pay more? She sighed. Her body calm from the release. I did just pay for sex and it felt good; no great. It felt great. Three orgasms in an hour? Could I do that? It would be fun trying, Farah’s smile widened. I hope Eric is as good with his mouth as he is with his hands. How could Corrine not know? How could you not push further once Eric used those hands of his to get you off? There was tapping at the door then it opened.“
“Hi, Farah. I’m here to rinse some of the oil off your back.” Melissa looked for somewhere to set the bowl. “Uh. Can you spread your legs so I can set the bowl between them?”
Farah spread her legs. Melissa set the bowl down. Farah looked like she had melted into the table; understandably. Farah’s pussy was puffy and glowing. Melissa wanted to touch her. Think. Think.
“I’m going to run my hands over you so I know how much oil is on you and where there is a lot or a little, okay?”
“Hmm. Yes. Okay.”
Melissa started on Farah’s legs. Not surprisingly, the closer she got to the top of Farah’s leg the more oil she found.
“How are you doing, Farah?”
“Ah. Wonderful. Just wonderful.”
“Eric has great hands, doesn’t he?”
Melissa moved to the side of the table, always keeping at least one hand on Farah. She had her hand on Farah’s ass , giving it a gentle squeeze.
“He does. Marvelous hands.”
Melissa moved to the top of the table. Farah moved her hands, putting them on Melissa. Melissa tensed a little at Farah’s first touch. Melissa had finished inspecting the top of Farah’s back and was ready to move on, but waited while Farah touched her. Farah brushed Melissa’s thighs, then her ass, then touched her, just above Melissa’s pussy.
“Hmm. You’re naked. Nice. Thank you.”
Melissa moved to the other side of the table, running her hands down Farah’s back and through her glutes. Farah’s ass was slick with a heavy coating of oil. When Melissa’s hand touched her anus, Farah raised her hips and moaned. Melissa obliged the implied request, running her fingers back and forth over Farah’s tight hole a few times. Melissa held her breath, easily gliding her fingers through Farah’s oil coated pussy.
“Your hands are pretty good too Melissa. Um.”
How could Melissa resist? She reached further under Farah to touch and tweaked her clit. Farah spread her legs more, raising her hips even higher.
What now? Melissa wondered.
“Okay. Let me get some of this oil off of you. Your skin feels amazing and your back is a lot less tense.”
“Yes. Yes.” Farah purred, fully immersed in having her body touched and appreciated.
Melissa picked up a towel, dipping it in the water. The water was still hot. She wrung the water out of the towel and went to work wiping the oil off of Farah and drying Farah afterwards. While she wiped her legs, Farah put a hand on Melissa, caressing her ass . 'Damn woman.’ Melissa thought. 'I’m new to this woman-on-woman scene, but, you; you might tempt me to try it with you.’
Melissa dipped the towel, squeezing out the water and oil before turning to start on Farah’s back. Farah’s hand slid from her ass , around her waist to Melissa’s abdomen. Melissa worked around Farah’s arm watching Farah’s hand slide up to her tits.
“Um. These are nice Melissa. Is it okay that I’m touching you? Sorry. I should have asked first. It just felt; right.”
“It’s fine. You can touch me. I don’t normally allow clients to touch me, but it’s fine. And thank you for the compliment. I’m going to do your ass and pussy now. Is that okay or do you want to do them yourself?”
“You do them.”
When Melissa turned back from rinsing and wringing the towel Farah was leaning on one elbow, her upper body twisted to face Melissa.
“I love these.” Farah said touching Melissa’s tits.
Melissa wondered what the heck it was that these women liked so much about her tiny titties when she craved so much to have tits like theirs.
“Thank you.” Melissa said, starting to wipe off Farah’s ass .
Farah continued touching Melissa’s tits, “You’re sure you don’t mind? I’ve haven’t done this for a very long time; touched another woman’s tits, well, in this way.”
“I don’t mind. I need to check to make sure I got most of the oil, okay? I’m going to touch you with my hands again.”
“Yes. Of course. That’s fine. Do what you have to do? I understand you’re just doing your job. Can I touch you here while you’re touching me?” Farah asked putting her hand on Melissa’s vulva.
“Yes.” Melissa gulped.
“Thank you.”
Melissa reached to rinse the towel again after checking Farah and still feeling oil.
“We used to do this when we were young, me and my girlfriends and female cousins” Farah started saying without being prompted, “Our parents were so strict about not leaving us alone with boys. It was the only way we had to explore our sexuality, touching and being touched by other girls. It brings back fond memories for me. Thank you. I may not have realized I missed this so much. Is this okay?”
“Yes. It feels nice.”
Melissa was checking Farah’s ass and pussy for oil again. Farah had not been doing more than petting Melissa’s vulva. Farah stopped moving her hand, pushing a finger between Melissa’s labia.
“Oh You’re really wet.” Farah said quietly into the air.
Farah’s touch was confident, experienced. She wiggled her finger back and forth with Melissa’s clit nestled in the notch of one of Farah’s knuckles. Without much effort, Farah bent her finger and felt it slide into Melissa.
“I’ve forgotten how erotic it feels to have your finger inside someone else’s vagina.”
“I think I got most of the oil. You should turn over and we can get ready for Eric to massage your front.”
Farah rolled her lower body over, keeping her finger inside Melissa. Melissa looked at Farah’s pussy. She wanted to reach out and touch it, massage it, finger it, but knew if she did, Eric would come looking for her and find her and Farah making out.
“Farah. I need to get you settled. We can; play together another time. Is that okay?”
“Yes. Of course. Thank you, Melissa. That was very nice for me. I hope I didn’t; ”
“It was fine Farah. Don’t worry. Your touch felt really nice. I enjoyed it, obviously. I’m not a lesbian, but we can try again sometime. I would be willing to do that with you. I have to step away now, okay?”
Farah kissed Melissa’s shoulder, gently pulling her finger out of Melissa.
“Okay. I would like that, I think. Trying again with you.” Farah replied laying back onto the table.
Melissa got a pillow, putting it under Farah’s head. She bent down and kissed Farah on the forehead.
“Enjoy the rest of your massage. I will see you when you’re done. Namaste,” Melissa didn’t know why she said that.
“Nama stay.”
Melissa set Farah’s legs together and covered her with a dry towel before she left.
“All yours, Eric. Enjoy,” Melissa said walking back into the kitchen.
Eric went upstairs. Melissa emptied and washed the bowl.
“She fingered me while I was wiping the oil off her. Farah fingered me.”
“What? Get out.”
“I need wine. Figure out what we’re ordering for dinner. Order for five.”
“Hi, Farah. If you’re ready, I’m going start on your abdomen, then do your chest, then your thighs. Ready?”
“Ready.”
Eric lifted the towel off of Farah. He poured some oil on her abdomen. When he set the bottle down, Farah dipped her hand into the oil on her belly. Eric laid his hands on Farah’s stomach, Farah took Eric’s cock in her hand.
“Nice abs, Farah.”
“Thank you, Eric. This is still okay?” Farah asked, giving Eric’s cock a gentle squeeze.
“Of course.”
“I’m going to massage your chest now; would you like a breast massage as well.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had one. So, yes. Let’s give it a try.”
Farah’s nipples engorged themselves anticipating the attention they were about to receive. Eric turned towards her head, pouring oil across her tits. Farah pushed her hand between Eric’s legs forcing him to open them. She cupped his testicles, her other hand crossing her body to stroke Eric’s erection.
Eric went to work on Farah’s chest, first spreading the oil, then massaging each tit a little, before focusing on the underlying muscles.
Melissa returned from the basement carrying two bottles of wine, a white and a red.
“How does Thai sound?”
“Perfect. If we order for 5 and there’s only 3 of us we can split the leftovers.”
“Where did you get 5? And by the way, you are walking around naked you know, not that I care.”
“Yeah. I know. I’m going up to get a robe in a minute. The three of us, Sam and Farah.”
“I heard from Sam. He won’t be home until around 9:00. They’re all stopping for dinner somewhere. Is Farah staying for dinner?”
“I don’t know. I thought she might. You know. Just in case she does we will have enough food. Open the white. I’m going up to grab a robe.”
“Your breast massage feels incredible Eric.”
Eric was just finishing massaging Farah’s tits. They were natural, pliable, responsive. He had used a good amount of oil which made it difficult to hold them, which was his plan. Women seemed to enjoy the feeling their tits sliding through a firm grip that wasn’t able to hold them because of all the oil. Topping that off with a positive tweak on their nipple at the end seemed to get Eric consistent rave reviews. The change in Farah’s attention to Eric’s dick was confirmation enough that she had been enjoying his titty massage. She didn’t really have to say anything, but Eric did appreciate it.
“That’s good. I’m glad you’re enjoying your massage, Farah. I’m going to move down and do your groin from this side after I do a few stretches.”
Eric did Farah’s right leg first, lifting her leg to stretch Farah’s hamstring, running his hand down onto her ass, sliding it onto her anus, then up and over her pussy. Farah’s attempts to make her genitals more available to Eric’s touch was all he needed to know she was ready for more; Farah’s moans were just icing on the cake.
Eric folded Farah’s leg at the knee, pushing it down to the side.
“Do you feel that stretch in here?” Eric asked, putting his hand on Farah’s groin.
“Ah, hum.”
“Good. Tell me when to stop pushing if I go too far.”
Eric kept pressure on Farah’s knee while massaging her groin and pussy.
“Now the other leg. Keep this one here.”
Eric walked to the other side of the table, repeating the Hamstring stretch then getting her left leg into the same position of her right.
“I’m not going to push as hard on this leg. I don’t want to agitate your injury.”
Eric massaged Farah’s left groin, sensing some hesitation in her stretch, he didn’t get aggressive with the muscle. His focus quickly moved to Farah’s pussy. Being in this spread-eagle position, Farah’s pussy and clit were entirely open to Eric. He massaged them as sensually as he could while suppressing his desire to climb on top of Farah and penetrate her, feeling her legs wrap around him and pull him in.
In little more than a whisper Eric asked Farah, “Did you like it when I touched you here?”, putting a finger on Farah’s anus.
“Ah, hum.” Farah answered, nodding her head.
“Did you like it when I licked you here?” Eric asked bending down allowing his tongue to slide from Farah’s vagina to her anus.
“Yes.” Farah answered in a voice rasped by excitement.
“I will give you three options for your ending. I can pull you down to the foot of the table, and lick you while standing at the end, I can stand at the side and lick you from here, which some women find better than expected because the angles of the touches are so different, or I can crawl up with you in a 69 which gives you more access to play with me. What do you think?”
“Here’s my credit card. You and Eric have been providing food and wine the last day, so I’m buying,” Melissa said tossing her credit card onto the island after retrieving a robe to wear.
“What do you think of my choices?”
Melissa reviewed Corrine’s choices. “Looks perfect to me.”
While Corrine called in the order, Melissa poured two glasses of wine.
“So Farah fingered you?”
“Yeah. I probably shouldn’t have told you. But. It was so unexpected. And I should have said no, but, I was so bloody horny running my hands all over her body, and when she touched my tits; ”
“She touched your tits too? Who knew? I never would have thought of Farah as being; ”
“Bi?”
“Yeah. I guess. Bi.”
“No shit. But she told me when she was young her parents were so strict the only chance she and her friends had to explore their sexuality was by playing with each other.”
“I can see that. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s way for Indian men too; when you think about their culture. I mean. Even their dancing is women dancing with women and men dancing with men.”
“True. I never thought about it. So you heard from Sam?”
“I did. One text. Something like: 'I’m okay. Great day. We’re all grabbing dinner. Home around 9:00.’ Whoever 'We’re all’ is.”
Melissa took a sip of wine before answering.
“I’m sure it’s just him and the guys.”
Farah’s heart was pounding so hard she was certain the table was vibrating because of it. Again, she was fighting with her desire for Eric to please her and her marriage vows. How was she supposed to pick how this man would eat her cunt? She couldn’t decide.
“I will start here Farah, at the side of the table. You let me know at any time if you want to switch positions.”
Eric sensed Farah’s hesitation. He picked up the bottle of oil, took Farah’s hand, placing it under his cock, then poured oil over it so it flowed off his erection into Farah’s hand. She spread the oil all over Eric’s dick and sack. Her hesitation had evaporated.
Eric bent over, holding Farah’s legs open, he started kissing her vulva.
'Tongue! Tongue! I want more of that tongue!’ Farah was screaming in her mind. Eric’s kisses moved to Farah’s thighs. Finally, he licked her groins. Those two areas that had received extra attention from Eric’s hands. Then he licked down each side of Farah’s vulva. Farah’s hand was pumping up and down Eric’s dick. All the oil made it easy for her hand to slide along his stiff rod, the flesh greasily rolling through her fingers. Farah became aware of the puddle of goo collecting on her vagina. Eric sucked her labia into his mouth. It felt good. It was a suck you give to something you were savoring; long, slow, hold it on your tongue kind of savoring.
Now he licked up one side of Farah’s clit, then across it, then down the other side, then a long slow savoring suck on her other labia.
“One finger or two in your pussy?”
“Two again please.”
'This cock feels pretty good Eric. How much to have you stick this in me? To stretch my cunt around it. To diddle my clit while my cunt is filled with your dick?’ Farah measured her willingness to say what she was thinking. To be able to accept what she wanted in that moment. She couldn’t.
Eric continued running his tongue over Farah’s pussy, lapping and sucking her labia into his mouth between visits to flick his tongue over Farah’s clit. Farah moved her hand between Eric’s legs, cupping his balls, reaching with her other hand to begin some rhythmic stroking of his cock. Now she wanted to feel him cum. To feel the explosive spasm in his testicles, hear the grunt in throat, feel his hot sperm splash onto her body.
“Hmm” Farah moaned in response to Eric sliding his tongue down the length of her pussy, pushing it against her anus at the bottom of its trip. Eric’s tongue wiggled its way back up to her clit, for the first time sucking it into his mouth, engulfing it in warmth, whirling circles on its tip. Back down, pausing to dip into her vagina before paying another visit to her anus.
Eric made that trip five times, before stopping to drink from Farah’s vagina, one of his hands massaging her clit, the other finding a way to get to her anus. He stopped lapping at her cunt, his hand leaving her clit to find her tits, his other hand leaving her anus to push two fingers inside her vagina. He felt her pussy stretch to spread around his knuckles then clench to welcome them and encourage him. He curled his fingers up, searching for Farah’s g-spot. Her tits were pliable, her nipples diamond hard. There. That flinch in her pussy. That soft spongy spot.
Fuck. Eric had been right. The sensations were so unique for Farah with all the touches hitting her from angles she hadn’t experienced before. Eric’s mouth was superbly arousing in its strange unbalanced stimulation of her pussy. One side getting more the other less, each striving to feel what the other side was experiencing. Her pussy thriving in heightened sensations from wherever it was Eric was touching her. She clenched Eric’s scrotum, squeezing his cock and balls, now trying to hold back her org;
“Ah!!” She screamed again. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Melissa and Corrine smiled at each other, clinking their glasses together to toast Farah’s second orgasm.
“'Adda boy, Eric,” Corrine said.
“That’s my queue,” Melissa said setting down her glass, slipping out of her robe and filling the bowl with hot water.
“Don’t you think you should wait?”
“Nope.”
“Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.” Farah grunted out the last few large spasms from her climax. “Damn.” Her pussy was still beating, clenching tremors around Eric’s fingers.
“Sh.” Eric said, licking Farah’s cunt, pulling out his fingers and sucking off the honey. “Lay quiet for a moment. Absorb the energy from your orgasm. Let me calm your body. Then we can talk.”
Eric kissed Farah’s thighs, straightening her legs, kissing her hips, her abdomen, her tits, sucking her nipples into his mouth, smiling at Farah’s sensitivity causing her to flinch away. He kissed her shoulders then her neck, her forehead, her nose then her lips. Farah took her hand off Eric’s testicles, placing it on the back of his head, holding his mouth against hers, opening her mouth, pushing her tongue into Eric’s mouth. Their kiss was sensual, appreciative and respectful. Neither of them heard Melissa open the door and enter the room.
Melissa set the bowl down, moving to stand beside Eric, putting her hands on Farah’s thigh and Eric’s ass at the same time.
“Hi you two. Are we ready for Farah’s final cleanup?”
“Hi, Melissa. Give Farah a moment. Okay?”
“Sure. No rush.”
Farah pulled Eric down for another kiss.
“That was wonderful Eric. Thank you. Thank you so much,” Farah said before starting another kiss with Eric.
Melissa felt daring in the moment, moving her hand onto Farah’s pussy, feeling her legs part, sliding a finger inside her. Her other hand she moved to Eric’s balls. It bumped into Farah’s hand. Farah felt the bump, and began moving her hand, stroking Eric’s cock. Melissa found Farah’s pussy hot, wet, relaxed, welcoming. Eric’s testicles matched Farah’s pussy in terms of heat, but definitely held more energy in them.
“I feel badly that you didn’t cum Eric.” Farah said.
“Don’t. This session isn’t about me. It’s about you,” Eric said, standing up, pulling Farah’s hand off his cock.
“Would you like me to suck your cock?” Farah asked, not sure how that idea popped into her head and out her mouth, not sure she really wanted to, not sure she could suck the cock of a man who isn’t her husband. The contradiction of her marriage vows versus the pleasure she just experienced from another man still had roots living inside her. Fortunately, Eric saved her from herself.
“Thank you for the wonderful offer. I would love that, but maybe another day Farah. I think today has been perfect. Let Melissa wipe you down.”
“And then, stay for dinner if you like,” Melissa added. “We’ve ordered enough Thai for everyone. Now let’s wipe you down unless you would rather jump in the shower.” Melissa pulled her finger out of Farah and released Eric’s balls.
“Wipe me down here Melissa. I don’t know how to thank you Eric. Your massage was; better than I could have imagined.”
“It was my pleasure, Farah. I will see you downstairs.”
Melissa handed Eric his shorts as he was leaving. Melissa dipped her towel into the water, hearing the door click when Eric closed it.
“What’s with you, and Melissa, and nudity?” Corrine asked when Eric walked into the kitchen still carrying his shorts.
“I don’t know. These last few days have been so crazy I guess I’m sort of numb to it.”
“Nice cock though. Nice dollop of precum too.”
“Yeah thanks.”
Corrine burst out laughing. “Yeah thanks? That’s your response?”
Eric put his shorts down, picking up the corkscrew to open the red wine.
“So you’re not going to cover that thing up?”
“When it settles down I will. I heard we ordered dinner. What are we having?”
“Thai.”
“Perfect.”
The doorbell rang. Corrine went to get the food.
“How are you doing Farah? Was it everything you expected?”
“And more. I’m a little; I don’t know what I’m feeling. Relaxed. Excited. Tired. Healed. Shocked. Supremely satisfied, yet somehow; wanting more. And sorry it’s over, in some ways?”
“Wow. That’s a lot.”
“It is, I guess. And thanks Melissa,” Farah said putting her hand on Melissa’s ass.
“For?”
“Being nice. Letting me touch you; intimately. It felt; nice; more than that. It was a; a re-awakening for me.”
“You’re welcome, Farah. It did feel nice. I hope you didn’t mind me touching you.”
Melissa had finished wiping down Farah’s legs and pussy. She dipped the towel and turned to clean Farah’s chest. Farah moved her hand to Melissa’s pussy.
“I do want more you know,” Farah said looking into Melissa’s eyes, pushing her finger into Melissa’s vagina.
“Me too, Farah. But like Eric said, next time. You can continue to finger me while I finish wiping you off. But let’s stop there, okay. Maybe next time we can do more.”
Melissa finished with Farah’s chest. When she put the towel back in the bowl, Farah sat up. She pulled Melissa to her. She took Melissa’s tit in her mouth.
“I have missed this. Sexual explorations with another woman.”
“You do it well Farah. Please. Can we stop? I am enjoying this but; ”
“But you’re not a lesbian. I know.”
“No. It’s not that. Someday let’s do this. You’re extremely beautiful and sexy. I find you attractive enough to step outside my norms. But. If we do this now, our lovemaking will be rushed. I would rather have time for us to; discover each other.”
“You’re really wet, Melissa. I can make you cum if you like.”
Melissa put her hand on Farah’s wrist, pushing her hand out from between her legs.
“As wonderful as that would be right now. Let’s dress. Go downstairs. Have dinner with Corrine and Eric. Okay?”
“Okay.”
To be continued.
By Silver Sea for Literotica
