My relationship with Iz can be described in one word – flammable. One day it would be domestic bliss, soul mate type thing. Then a few mere hours later it would become incredibly destructive. Screaming, thrown objects, slapping the works. Nutty stuff, but then again, the make up sex was equally as savage.
There were times when we were really good together, but to be honest mostly it was two lost souls clinging to an idea. An idea, although lovely made out of an impossible dream and an incredibly toxic material. Think unicorn icecream with an anthrax sprinkle.
To describe Iz in a few words is difficult. She referred to herself as a hippy chick or a cyber punk or a rock chick. Being “alternative” meant she would wear a certain type of uniform that showed to the world she was different. She wanted to be a non conformist, so obviously she would dress exactly the same as all other alternatives trying not to conform. This irony was always lost on her.
That said, she had a not so subtle sexiness that exuded from every pore. Long legs and big ass can make most outfits look good. Her charisma would fill a room and she could charm the pants off pretty much anyone. Oh and a word on the best pair of tits on England’s South Coast – GODDAM!
Due to a predilection for drink and drugs, plus two very good imaginations, Iz and I had a lot of kinks. Some of the things we did to each other can usually only be found in the darkest corners of the Internet (or an average subreddit). I will perhaps write about some, but others will definitely stay secret, if only do I don’t have to relive them. Needless to say, this story is one of the more tame occurrences but interestingly is something I regularly think about.
To set the scene somewhat. Iz had just started training to an aromatherapy massage therapist. This was typically of her. Another hair brained idea she’d have to avoid getting an actual job. She would change her career direction almost as often as her hair colour and this summer it was massage therapy.
She did, however, need clients/victims and APPARENTLY live in boyfriends would not suffice. So up stepped our mutual friend Lea.
Lea had been a friend of both of us for a couple of years at this point and, I should state, that both me and Iz had separately slept with her.
Lea was gorgeous. She had the greenest of green eyes, honestly the colour of spring grass. She had a softness to her, a sort of sensually demure nature that drew you to her. Like Iz, she was very sexual and used it to her advantage. I had been seduced before and would be many times in years to come.
So every Wednesday afternoon, Lea would come to our flat for a massage. Officially, Lea was in a relationship, obviously so was Iz. So on the face of it this girl on girl action was completely innocent. Or was it? I never did find out. What I do know is that one hot summers day, I had a Wednesday off.
I was sat on the sofa when Lea arrived. We lived in a studio flat, our bedroom was our living room, so unless I was going to sit in the kitchen it looked as though I would be a spectator.
“Close your eyes!” Iz snapped.
“oh what! Why?” I protest.
“Because Lea has to take her top off tor me to work” came the indignant reply.
Fine.
Now, this was meant to be an aromatherapy massage so OBVIOUSLY there needed to be suitable music on in the background. Not enough was the stink, nope you needed mood noise. I’m not quite sure what tropical bird song has to do with relaxation (or for that matter where the fuck Iz got the CD), but either way the TV was now off.
So I’m now bored. I could have got a book or picked up my sketch pad. I could have, but why would I have when there is a much better show on.
Lea was lying face down on our floor, face buried in a pillow. She is only wearing a pair of tightly shorts and the angle she was lying as provided me with a brilliant view of her arse. With her legs slightly apart, even my imagination wasn’t needed. Iz was smoothing warm oil over Lea’s back in circular motions. The smell of cheap essential oils filled the air.
Iz was wearing a loose fitting tank top and every time she lent forward I was afforded a view right down her top. Funny isn’t it? I’d seen her naked at least twice that day, but yet the hint of seeing those tits still excited me.
Iz now straddled Lea and sat on her bum. Lea began making those happy little noises people make when they are getting massaged. Throaty grunts and low moans. Iz is getting into too, rocking back a forth, effectively dry humping Lea’s bum.
Not going lie, I started to get a hard on.
Suddenly I’m thinking: Fuck it, shall i join in?
I arrived at Lea’s head end to a look from Iz. It wasn’t exactly a glare, there was too much smile there. I suspect she figured I wouldn’t be able to help myself.
I started to rub Lea’s shoulders. “Hmmmmmmffff!” came a muffled sound as it dawned on her she was getting a rare double massage.
A minute or so of this, and more than one telling glance to Iz, a small voice piped up from the pillow.
“Spanner? Would you like to do my feet?” it said.
She knew. She fucking knew. I make no secret of it. I like pretty feet. She fucking knew this. She was trying to get me het up.
Needless to say I was there like a shot.
Now this allowed me two things. Firstly I got to touch those beautiful legs and feet. Secondly, I got an even closer look at her arse. Or should I say arses? I was mere feet away from them and able to stare to my hearts content.
At this point, Iz was really rocking back and forth, presumably doing some new never been done before, masseuse move. Her bum was lifting up and down on Lea’s bum, almost grinding. Was Iz getting worked up too?
I decided to risk it and run my hand higher up Lea’s leg. No reaction. So try again. Higher still. Lea closed her legs slightly. I tried once more, hand all the way up her inside thigh. She squeezed them firmly together this time. A definite no, fair play.
At this moment Iz sat up a bit and felt her neck.
“You OK babe?” i asked.
“Just sore.”
“Do you need a rub down too?”
She nodded. So I moved up and I straddled Lea’s legs to get close to Iz.
Now my crouch is touching both Lea and Iz arses. And to make matters worse Iz is still rocking back a forth doing whatever massage move she thought she was doing.
I took another risk and put my hand up Iz top. She reached one hand back and undid her bra to give me access. I knew she was horny. Fucking knew it!
Why wouldn’t she be? We had a beautiful girl between her legs and now her boyfriend was playing with her tits.
I slowly ran my hand down and down and down until I pushed into her panties. She leant back and kissed me deeply over her shoulder. She did this whilst never breaking the touch on, the presumably oblivious, Lea.
I began to slowly make circles on Iz and felt her breathing quicken. My cock was so fucking hard at this moment it hurt. I undid the front on my shorts and my now free cock pressed into Iz’s back. Just inches from the unaware Lea. Iz lent forward and at the same time reached back and pulled her shorts to one side.
I tried, I really did but in this position, with the various garments in the way and still trying not to let Lea know, i was just not able to get it inside her. I was however able to slide my cock into her knickers and it ran fully up her wet pussy. Almost as good.
Literally behind your back, that’s what I was thinking. I’m near fucking my girl behind your back. Actually on your back and you have no idea.
As of on cue, Lea let out a sigh and said “That’s nice.” Did she know? She can’t know can she?
I was trying not to make any noise, I was barely breathing. I was moving my hand on Iz as fast as I dared, and every time iz bent forward my cock slide in and out of her panties.
I knew Iz was getting hotter and hotter. I could almost hear her heart beat increase. I don’t know if she came. I don’t know if she chickened out. What I do know is suddenly the massage was over.
Iz was very flushed and little flustered.
I still had a massive hard on!
Iz was flushed but so was Lea. She had very red cheeks and was deep breathing. My mind raced.
Lea gave a very lingering hug as she left and gave us both a kiss on the lips.
“Thank you so much…” Lea whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine.
I’d literally just closed the front door when Iz jumped on me. We fucked there and then on hall way carpet.
So did Lea know something happened? And if so, to what extent?
It wouldn’t be until maybe five years later I’d eventually find out.
Lea and I were having a lovely post coital pillow talk. When she threw it at me.
“Dya know something?” She said softly “Of all the sexy stuff I’ve done, the most erotic was when you fucked Iz with me underneath.”
FUCK!
The only reason she hadn’t joined I was that she was on her period that day.
DOUBLE FUCK!
But she thought about it all the time and regularly masturbated to the memory.
FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK!
To be fair to her, I often think back to that when I’m horny.
Although I never did get a chance to repeat the proceedings or indeed get both girls in the same bed at the same time. That Wednesday afternoon will live long in my mind as a major highlight.
Iz and me didn’t last, but i suspect you guessed that. A person’s mental health can only go so far before and the two of us together, well at least some bits were a lot of fun.
Anyway, I hoped you liked this tale of debauchery. If you did like let me know and perhaps I’ll relay some more.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yn68l3/mff_innocent_massage_turns_unbearably_intense