The voyeur and the friends’ daughter pt. 2: the massage [FF] [Lesbian] [Massage] [Fingering] [Age gaps]

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I thought of Suzi a lot that day. I was working for a big client, an accountancy firm, and more than once I found myself drifting in the meetings, my mind going back to the darkness of the night before, the movement of her fingers between her toned thighs.

‘Rebecca…’ I thought of her panties sliding down her legs, that sliver of smooth black. ‘Rebecca…’ I thought of her fingers closing on her nipple. ‘Rebecca…’

‘Huh?’ I looked up. It was Jim, the senior partner who had asked for me specifically from the consultancy. ‘Sorry -‘ He looked apologetic. Maybe he thought I was doing some deep strategy work. I smiled. He was nice.

‘Look, I know it’s late notice but I was wondering if we could keep you on for another couple of days, I…’

‘Yep!’ I sat up and said it brightly without waiting for him to finish, like a toddler who was asked if they wanted another cookie. ‘Sure thing.’

‘I…’ Jim laughed. ‘Well, that’s great, glad you’re able to do it. Should I call your head office or will you?’

‘I can do it, just give me a minute to confirm, ok?’

‘Sure,’ he said. ‘Then come back over here, I want you to speak to Olivia from the planning department….’

I was already on my way out of the conference room texting Mary – my host and old friend and mother of Suzi.

*Hey, sorry to ask at last minute but could I stay another two nights? They’ve asked me to do some more work. I know it’s a hassle having me round but thought I’d ask…*

I waited for the reply, biting my nails and looking over the city. Afternoon was already drawing on.

My phone buzzed. *Yes, but there is one hitch. We’ve booked a couple of nights at a spa out of town. So if you don’t mind looking after yourself you’re welcome to the spare room.*

My heart beat all of a sudden. A lurch. Different futures opened up in front of me.

*Thats not a problem,* I replied, with enthusiasm. *I promise not to invite anyone over for a party xx*

After a minute Mary replied *just keep them away from the good wine!*

I was in the taxi on the way back to the house when I got another message. *I just remembered – there’s a bit of a mess in your room. I was meant to have a sports therapy treatment at home and there was some mix up with their van so they had to leave all the equipment there. Sorry! Suzi can help you put it away*

I frowned a little. What sort of equipment, I wondered.

I was disappointed when I got back to the house. I was the only one there. It had started to rain outside. I changed into a pair of yoga pants and a t shirt and did some exercise. Then, because it felt like I was on holiday, I ordered a pizza . I was on my first slice when the door opened.

‘Rebecca, it’s me Suzi!’ I smiled. ‘Mum said you’d be here?’

‘I’m in the kitchen!’ I yelled back.

She came in. She was filthy. She was in soccer gear – I had not expected that. Red shorts and a white shirt that was brown with mud. Her legs and her arms and her face were spattered.

‘I know, I know,’ she said. ‘I look a state.’ Even with the mud I thought she looked pretty good. Her short hair and the angles of her face looked a little tomboyish. And thought the sports shirt half hid her little bust it showed a bit. She dropped into a chair and leaned down and rubbed her hams. ‘My legs are killing me. Need to go and have a shower and a stretch.’ She leaned over a took a slice of pizza. Then looked at me in the eye and took another. And skipped off to the stairs wincing a at whatever she had done to herself in the game.

I heard the water go on upstairs. I sighed. Maybe what happened the night before was a one off. Perhaps she hadn’t seen me; perhaps the spark of connection when I touched myself while she did the same was just an illusion. It had been dark. I cleaned up the mess and went to my room.

I hadn’t cleared away the equipment Mary had mentioned. At the foot of the bed was a professional massage table, with all the bits and pieces. Next door I could hear Suzi moving around, getting dressed. I waited a moment and then went and knocked on the dividing door.

‘Hey, it’s me…’ I waited.

‘Uh, Yeah?’

‘Your mum said you could help me move this stuff out of the room?’

A pause. Then the door opened a crack. Her brown eye peeped round. ‘Oh.’ She opened the door fully. She was in a pair of white bikini style panties and a cropped white vest. I could see the shape of her mound and her breasts and soft nipples clearly. I tried not to stare. ‘A massage table?’

‘Your mum said they couldn’t get a van to take it away or something.’

‘Oh right.’ She walked over to it and ran a hand over the surface. She picked up one of the bottles that had been set out on the side table and looked at it. She thought a while, looking at it. ‘Do you know how to give massages?’

The words hung in the air between us. She looked at me, and did not blink. The silence could have lasted a thousand years. The rain pattered against the window. I nodded.

She had a purposeful way about her. She closed the curtains and dimmed the overhead light a little. She lit the line of candles on the table. The room was bathed in a pleasant orange glow and the smell of sandalwood.

‘Turn around,’ she said. She didn’t bite her lip but scraped it under her top teeth. Enough. I turned. I heard her move and the creak of the table. ‘Ok,’ she said.

She was lying, head on her arm, on her front, naked apart from a small white towel over her ass.

‘Ok,’ I whispered.

I took the bottle of oil and poured it generously over her shoulders. I rubbed down either side of her spine and up and back round to her upper arms then down to the tight tuck of her waist. I moved up and down in smooth strokes. She did not sigh but I felt her relax. I worked her neck and her lower back. I moved to her sides and my fingers grazed the softness of the edge of her small breasts. I heard her take breath then, a broken inhale, a stutter.

I developed a circle: from her dimples up to her shoulders, then with my fingers down her sides. Each time I did it a little more firmly. Each time I spread more of the oil along her breasts. Five or six times in she lifted herself a little and, with my breath held, I slid my fingers under her and felt her nipples. I brushed passed them, the pretence of massage maintained, but they were hard. Beautifully so. I kept at it a while longer. Not touching her every time but every free times reaching under, squeezing her there, where we both knew I shouldn’t.

I moved to her legs. I took the oil in my hands and began with her feet, massaging the soles and the balls and the heels and between her toes. I worked her ankles and the ham she had strained before moving to her thighs. I took more oil and used two hands on one of her legs, pushing upwards until I met the curve of her ass and my hand touched to towel. I did both legs like that. I moved up her thigh higher and higher. As I did she slowly inched her legs apart. We knew what we were doing and it was exciting. I moved my hips a little.

My hand was slick with oil when I pushed up under the towel. The edge of my finger made contact with the outer lip of her swollen pussy. I waited there for a second then began to move my hand up and down, stroking the sensitive and very smooth skin. She breathed heavily and deeply. I folded the towel up. It lay rolled on her lower back.

God she had a gorgeous cunt. It was puffy and just a little open, glistening a tiny bit from her own juices. I took the oil and dribbled it over her ass and between her legs. I reached forward and began to rub her there, long strokes still using the side of my finger, but now between the lips of her pussy. I spread her a little and kept up a steady slow pace, all the way down to her clit and back over. I used the palm of my hand then, spreading her wider, teasing her opening with a little push of my middle finger as I went past it each time. She lifted her hips to it, wanting it.

The words caught in my throat. I saw her fingers clench and relax. I said it. I had to.

‘Can you roll over please?’ She froze for a second. Then she turned.

The towel tumbled to the floor and she moved onto her back. She looked good. She looked better than good. Her fit legs gave way to her perfect vee and hipbones and toned abs. Her ribs rose and on top of them her small bust and very hard nipples. Her arms lay by her side and she looked at me, flushed and with her mouth open in a model’s pout. Her hair, cut in a sharp bob, was still drying and shone in a gothic halo.

I took the oil and warmed it in my hands and put it on her belly and then moved it to her breasts. They were firm. I rubbed over them, stepping round to stand by her head so I could enjoy them more easily, stroking over them, teasing her nipples, squeezing them more. She reached up and undid the string of my yoga pants. I smiled back and moved away out of her reach. I pinched one of her nipples a little more firmly and she gasped.

‘Not your turn,’ I whispered.

‘Sorry,’ she mouthed, smiling, without any sound.

I pooled oil on top of her mound and she opened her legs and I touched her again. I used my right hand to rub her pussy and my left to massage the hood of her clit. She gripped the soft surface of the massage table and closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. I sunk a finger into her and she moaned.

‘Oh, gosh…’ It made me wet, hearing her say that. It sounded so innocent and dirty at the same time.

She was wet enough so I put a second finger in, and begin to thrust while I rubbed her clit, steady strokes, steady strokes. I saw the redness on her chest and neck, watched it build. I took her wetness and touched her clit and rubbed it up and down like I had seen her do it the night before. I sped up. She started to gasp. She arched her back a little and moved to a moan. I let her settle then I moved again, raising her up a crescendo. I held my fingers deep in her and rubbed her the thrust some more then held her and rubbed her faster.

‘Ah, fuck, ah fuck I’m going to….’ she grabbed my wrist and started trembling. It came from her belly then down her legs and she threw her head back and swore loudly as she came. Her wetness soaked my palm and my wrist and the table. I rubbed over her and she jerked, incredibly sensitive. I slowed and touched her thighs and her breasts. After a moment she settled. Her breath slowed.

‘I saw you,’ she said eventually. ‘Watching, last night.’ She raised herself into her elbow. We looked at each other for a moment. Then she spun her legs round and stood.

She took the band of the yoga pants and pulled. They came down to my hips. I was wearing a grey Calvin Klein thong. She pushed her hot little body against me and began to rub me. She was a little shorter but all the same I felt her nipples against my own breasts, through my clothes.

‘Did it make you wet?’ She said, as her fingers played over my pussy. ‘Watching me touch myself?’

I nodded, gritted my teeth. ‘Yes.’

‘I bet you were thinking about it all day…’

‘Ye…’ she pushed my panties to the side and she found me ready and soaked.

I saw her smiling. She dipped a finger inside me and then went straight for my clit. She was not subtle. She began to stroke me hard. I was amazed at how quickly she got me going. I bent my knees a little and leant against the bed. I licked my lips and grabbed onto her, pulling her closer against me by her ass. My pants had fallen further down and I felt her pussy on my leg. She rubbed herself against me.

‘Yes…’ I gasped it through curled lips. ‘Faster…’ I came hard. It was a surprise orgasm, a stealth orgasm, a muscular orgasm like a crunch, folding me forwards. She put her finger in me as I came and I clenched on it. We slid to the floor tangled with each other. Pushed the yoga pants off – I was in no state to resist. She straightened my panties. Then slid her hand inside them and cupped me.

‘I’m covered with oil,’ she giggled. ‘Can I have the first shower?’ She paused. ‘Or would you like to come with me Rebecca?’ As she said this she took my hand and and put it between her legs. I kissed her for the first time.

‘I really like it when you put your finger in my pussy,’ she said, and kissed me back.

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