Oil Massage with my room mate (F/F) [Hands] [Oral] [Massage] [lesbian/bisexual]

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I went to get out of bed but a sharp stabbing pain in my back stopped me and I squeaked.

“You ok?” Michelle asked

“Yeah, I had a little fall last night, think I pulled something in my back”, I admitted. I groaned loudly trying to get out of bed.

“Cattbutt, lie back down. we still have heaps of time”

I was fully content to flop back on my face into bed

“Can I help” she asked

“Do you have pain killers or a masseuse in your pocket” I laughed

“I have both” she smiled bringing me some ibuprofen, “Let me have a look at your back, I did a massage course when I first got out of the military, I thought it might relax me, turns out touching old men isn’t exactly relaxing”

I laughed at Michelle’s thinking.

“Come on, shirt off. let me see the damage”

I obliged, wriggling out of my shirt with my face still planted on the bed. I didn’t want to be out of commission for more time then I already had been, having already slept most of the day. I lied in just my underwear as Michele climbed onto the bed.

“Strictly professional” she said “Holy fuck you had a big night, your covered in bruises.” she started pointing at spots all over my body. some around my hips and legs I could attribute to Henry, but the rest must have come from falling and being carried.

“Did someone grab you?” she asked circling my arms with her fingers.

“I had a big night” I offered as the only explanation

“hmm,” she sounded disbelieving “Here, I’ll just do what I can gently, I don’t want to worsen any of these bruises” She opened a bottle of baby oil and slipped a leg over each side of me “this looks like someone beat the shit out of you Cat, I’ll kill ‘em”

“It’s ok Michelle, I just had a hell of a fall and too many drinks”

“Hmm, that’s not what it looks like, you say the word and I’m ready to fight someone!” she paused, realizing I had no interest in talking about the night before “Okaaaaaay, so? what hurts the most?”

I motioned to my lower back,

“Alright, that I can do”

Michelle warmed the oil in her hands before gently rubbing it into my back, her hands were so notably soft and delicate in comparison to henrys, the way she slid them from my hips to my shoulders was masterful. She chatted away as she glided her hands around my back, about a world of sports, video games, her work. It was a comforting distraction. She reached my lower back and finally started to put pressure into the massage, she was good at what she was doing. I let out a few big sighs and gentle moans as she hit the exact spots where it felt like my muscles were under strain.

“Hey if I’m being professional, you’re not allowed to do that.” She scolded me with no conviction in her voice.

“It’s not my fault your good with your hands” I replied innocently

“Alright, I’m going to put some real pressure on for a moment, if I hurt you just let me know instantly.”

Putting her hands on either side of me on the bed, she lifted her knees and placed them on my upper thighs.

I let out a big hum, it was amazing to get a real deep tissue massage, she slowly used her knees to move the pressure up the back of my thighs and balanced on my ass.

“Eheheh squishy.”

For a moment I had forgotten it was still Michelle giving the massage.

She slipped her knees off my ass, and I felt her thighs wrapped around me again, this time covered in oil. I was tired and stressed and Michelle was managing to melt through that. her heat against my back got my heart racing, and her skin again mine, got my mind.

“OK, its crunch time”

She placed her knuckles on either side of my spine.

“Inhale then exhale, please” I did as instructed and my back cracked as she bared down on it.

She repeated this a few times down my back, a crack with each exhale

“OK, let’s see if it worked” she climbed off me “but first turn over for a moment,” I rolled onto my back and looked up at her, waiting for whatever was next. Since we’d been sharing a room for a few days I wasn’t concerned about Michelle seeing me in just my underwear, she dribbled the oil across my chest and stomach, my breath fastened as I wasn’t sure where she was going with this.

After a minute she giggled, “I’m just fucking with you, just wanted to see the girls again, very nice”

“Very professional Michelle.” I jumped up as she dived away giggling.

I caught her waist and dragged her to the bed. I wasn’t exactly sure what the plan was, tickle her, slap her, cover her in oil, something for being cheeky. We wrestled lightly for a minute before she had me pinned, she had the height advantage over me. her hands against mine, her thighs holding my legs.

“Nice try Cat” her body weight on mine, her soft skin. Her supple chest, now covered in oil that had soaked through her shirt, was heaving in my face. she slipped both my hands into one of hers and used her free hand to lightly draw down my body, between my breasts, down my stomach and very lightly across my hips, slightly tickling me. The wrestle, the massage, the conversation had my mind relaxed and my body thinking of fun. I pulled her arm that was pinning mine, she fell off balance, I wrapped my thighs around her waist and flipped her, ever so quickly, into the same pin she had me in.

“I win” I breathed into her,

She leant up suddenly kissing me, lips soft and delicate, she caught me off guard in the best possible way. I released her hands, letting them traverse my body. gliding over my skin again so softly, yet with purpose. she seemed hungry, grabbing at my hips and back.

She slowly sat up, keeping me on her lap, pulling me closer with her hands gripping my ass, seated on her lap I could finally explore. I couldn’t help myself, I broke the kiss as I tugged at the base of her oil soaked singlet, her naturally large breasts fell from the singlet as I lifted it over her head, I was speechless. Absolutely taking a minute to admire them, she felt like silk against my skin. she was so firm and supple, I wanted to consume her body in any way I could, it was intoxicating.

She looked and felt fucking amazing. I get obsessed with touch, but the feel of a woman is so drastically different to a man’s skin. I leant her back, kissing down her neck and across her chest. One of my hands grasped one of her breasts while my mouth couldn’t help but kiss, lick and nibble the other one. She was well beyond a handful for me and something about that inability to just grab all of her made me so insatiable for more. I’d never experienced a woman’s breasts this naturally big, yet firm and perky, absolute perfection, that’s what Michelle was. I would have stopped and painted her if I had the will power or ability to paint, even after a moment exploring her body I knew I would never forget it, the subtle curves, the feeling of her skin prickle under my touch, the sensation of her nipple harden in my mouth. I was gasping at what I could fit in my hands, I wanted to touch it all, experience it all. The fact she had the same thirsty response to my body seemed insane, she slid her hand down the front of my underwear and I followed suit, awkwardly unbuttoning her shorts not wanting to take my face away for a moment. Her fingers danced around my clit, soft slow stroking motions, I started to mirror her actions, as my previous female partners often played the tune to their own orgasm on my body. I found myself grinding up to meet her fingers, it was a good tune, a tune worth playing for a thousand tiny deaths.

Finally, I relented on her nipples and returned for a passionate kiss. Her being taller than me put me into the position of kneeling over her lap to reach her two sets of delicate lips at the same time, while she happily had full range of my body. I followed her movements and focused on how she was breathing and reacting to my touch, anything I was doing with my fingers that increased her breaths or moans, I repeated and intensified, the sound of her enjoying herself was driving me wild.

I slowly found myself pushing her further back and focusing on her orgasm before my own. I’d love to say its selflessness, but it’s not, I get my pleasure from others getting theirs. It’s pure greed and when faced with a woman like this, I could see why people throughout time have written of conquering worlds just for a taste, I felt if I could please this woman, I would have already conquered the world.

I took her hands away from my body as I slid her shorts down and off her oiled legs, long, tan, lean yet curvaceous. I kissed back up her thigh and body, one last kiss as I felt our naked bodies entwine before I pushed her back into the bed. I slid down from kissing her. I had to restrain myself from locking onto her breasts again, I had a tiny nibble and continued down her toned stomach till I made it to her hips, oil coating everything. I parted her legs and slid between them, happy to be met with the sight of her absolutely dripping pussy, I tickled her lips gently with my tongue, tasting her and watching her shiver with anticipation before diving in, I circled, flicked and sucked her clit. The moment I started, she started moaning and flexing up to my face, I licked my fingers and circled her entrance, sliding two inside, only a little, back out, back in, teasing – till she begged me to fuck her, then sliding them right in, I may have my own fun watching her writhe in need but who am I to deny her. If her skin was silk her pussy was fucking heaven, she moaned louder. I found myself matching the rhythm of her slight grinding, she couldn’t move up without my tongue assaulting her clit and she couldn’t move down without my fingers pushing deeper into her.

She was swearing, gasping, and moaning louder. it was time to push her over the edge, I could feel it. I loved that about women, you could feel it getting tighter, you could feel the pulse, the need. I slid my fingers out for a moment, sucking gently but heavily on her clit with my tongue, I pushed all four fingers into her, filling up her pussy, deep and slow I slid my myself in and out

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

She was losing it and I was loving it, I no longer allowed her to move with my pace, holding her hips with my spare arm as best I could fight against her bucking body, keeping everything so intensely pressured into her, she held my head down with her hands, her thighs pressed against my temples. If I died of lack of oxygen in that moment, I would have gone happily. I could feel her heart race just before I felt her explode on my fingers. Trembling, swearing and clenching sensations all impossible to miss, I wasnt stopping my assault of her perfect pussy till she forcefully pulled my head away, she writhed and eventually caught my hair, pulling me up. I slid myself out of her and smiled up at her face of extreme exhaustion and pleasure. I didn’t think she could get more insanely attractive, but slick in a layer of sweat, beads rolling over her perfect tits and her dripping cunt so close to my face, I was almost about to dive in again. I loved that she swore when she orgasmed, like she was fighting herself, while I was just here playing her body like a fiddle.

“Your turn” She managed to say between breaths, clearly her orgasm was intense.

I giggled kissing up her body, I’m a boob gal, there’s no denying it, one last nibble. she moaned again so I stayed put, I slipped my thighs over hers gently grinding myself against her, I loved that she was taller, I needed no excuse to keep my face firmly planted in her chest. I had started to rub my own clit with two fingers as I grinded against her, my motions grazing her swollen pussy when I could. I had made her cum once, I didn’t have much control over a moment of selfishness. I was turned on beyond breaking point, I took a moment off pleasing myself to dip the two fingers that had been in her, as well as against me, into her open mouth as she panted, she looked confused but instinctively licked and sucked them. Something about that response, every damn time, did it for me. I quickly slid them back to my pussy, and came quickly and intensely over her, moaning and drippy my honey onto her pussy as my face was planted in her chest and my ass was raised above her. I paused for a moment before scrambling back down her body, I wanted to see it again while I had a moment of clarity. I slipped my head between her thighs and pushed all four fingers back inside of her, that same pressure built up again in her, the swearing, the sweating, the rise and fall of her chest, It wasn’t going to take long, then I felt it, that all-consuming pulsating of her orgasm all over again, I could have dined on her reactions for days, I kissed up her thigh as it shook and slowly climbed off of the bed, taking only a moment to realise we were meant to be somewhere.

“hey, my back is better.” I said feeling quiet smug “our guests will be here any minute, I’ll get dressed and distract them in the lobby. You relax for a bit, I’ll get you some water”

I really did enjoy looking at her sprawled out, trying to compose herself as I slowly got her a drink and towelled the oil off my body, I threw another towel in the dryer to warm it up for her before I got dressed.

As if on cue the door opened and Chris walked in,

“Hey you guys ready to… ” he looked up from his phone, I was still shirtless and Michele was still lying on the bed, naked sweating and smiling like an incredibly hot idiot. he backed straight out of the room again.

“Give us a minute Chris, and knock next time” I threw on the closest black bra, skirt and mesh shirt combo, before retrieving the warm towel from the dryer. It almost killed me to cover up the masterpiece that was her sweat drenched and cum-drunk body, but I wanted her to feel warm and secure before I left.

I quickly bent down and kissed Michelle’s forehead while giggling, “come on shelly, get dressed, I’ll meet you in the lobby”

I was really starting to enjoy our ‘girl time’ that was supposed to be us getting ready to go out.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qdbo06/oil_massage_with_my_room_mate_ff_hands_oral