Hi Rosie Webster here again, with another sexy story from Coronation Street.
I was otherwise engaged when my mobile phone rang .
Well when I say otherwise engaged, I was actually getting fucked, doggy style by Jason Grimshaw.
Jason and I got together occasionally for some really good sex, both single and free, we click sexually and have a great time.
Looking in my bedroom mirror, I could see Jason, eyes closed, his body tensed as he thrust into me, his hands gripping my hips as I met every thrust, powering his cock as deep as it physically would go.
In my reflection, my breasts swayed back and forth as Jason continued , the look on my face was pure pleasure. I love being fucked and it showed.
Jason and I were close to coming, when my mobile started to ring. I instinctively reached for it and pressed answer, just as my orgasm hit me. At the same moment, I felt Jason withdraw from me, and splash his hot sticky cum, all over my arse cheeks.
"Hi Michelle," I answered, just managing to keep control of my voice.
"Rosie, you sound strange, what are you up to? asked my friend and part time lesbian lover.
Jason was now standing over me, his cock inches from my face, the last remnants of his cum were glistening in the small opening at the end and I could not resist the urge to lick them out and then take the end into my mouth.
"Rosie are you there?, answer me," shouted Michelle down the phone.
Regaining my composure, I answered "sorry Michelle, what is it?"
"I have won a competition," she said excitingly, "it was in a magazine I picked up at the hairdresser's, I have won a three day break at a luxury spa."
"Wow, that's great, when do you go?" I answered, as Jason wiped his cock across my face. Normally I would have loved that, but while speaking on my mobile, no thank you.
"You mean when do we go, its for two, I want you to come along." replied Michelle.
I screamed "Oh my god, Michelle, that's brill, oh my god, I love you."
Completely ignoring Jason, who was unaware of what was going on, I was skipping naked around my room, like a demented fool.
After calming down a little, I arranged top meet Michelle in the "Rovers" to discuss details, as Jason slowly dressed and left without even a goodbye kiss or a thank you, selfish pig.
If I was excited before, when I saw the brochure on the spa, I was breathless, it was sheer luxury.
As no one was aware that Michelle and I were enjoying a lesbian relationship, she could not just announce that I would be joining her on the break. So she devised a scheme for all the girls on the street and the factory to enter a draw, the winner to be Michelle's guest at the spa.
A few nights later, Michelle drew the lucky name, declaring, "and the winner is.......Rosie Webster."
I still don't know how she fixed it, but she told me, there was only ever going to be one winner. Jason of course was warned not to give the game away, or there would be no more goodies from Rosie. He got the message.
I rewarded her later, by administering her with a most glorious session of lesbian lovemaking.
Two weeks passed before we headed off to Cheshire for our spa break.
If the hotel looked good in the brochure, it was mind blowing in real life. Set in woodland, the house was two stories and looked typical Victorian. But inside everything was as modern as you could get.
We were in a VIP suite, with a separate lounge, huge king size bed and a bathroom with a sunken bath and Jacuzzi.
After unpacking, Michelle opened up the bottle of complimentary champagne as we stripped naked and drank it in the Jacuzzi.
Sitting side by side, we kissed slowly, letting our lips play sensually over the others, tongues barely touching, fingers brushing on nipples made erect by the action of the agitated water.
My hand slipped casually in-between Michelle's legs and my fingers began to probe deep within her pussy. Finding her clitoris I began to massage the sensitive nub, until she came with the first of many orgasm's over the next few days.
Finishing the champagne, we found our selves a little tipsy and started messing about in the water, wrestling almost, until Michelle sat me on the side, spread my legs and with her wonderful mouth and tongue gave me the most memorable pussy licking I had experienced for a long time.
Climbing out of the Jacuzzi, we showered together, soaping our bodies and bringing each other off, with kisses, fingers and thumbs, all very erotic and sexy.
As we dressed, reception informed us that the manager was now available to take us on a tour of the spa.
The manager was very chic, a great looking lady in her early forties, with a fantastic figure, which was covered in a very expensive looking suit. I looked over and caught Michelle's eye, we both thought that she may be up for a girl, on girl, on girl threesome. . The facilities were fantastic. A fully equipped gym, with an equally fully equipped gym instructor. He was gorgeous. Indoor pool, sauna, steam room and every kind of beauty therapy you could think of.
We sat down over dinner with one of the staff and arranged our next three days. We were planning to cram as much massage and therapy as possible in, as we would never be able to afford somewhere like this ourselves.
After one final bottle of wine, we made our way to the bedroom. Quickly stripping off our clothes we slipped under the duvet and immediately began to make love.
As usual, Michelle wanted a lot of kissing, which as supplemented by fingering of pussies and caressing of backsides and breasts.
Finally the excitement of the day, coupled with a considerable amount of alcohol and not to mention hours of lesbian love, took its toll and we fell asleep in each others arms.
Next morning I awoke early but with a banging hangover. I had read somewhere that exercise helped clear your head, so I slipped on a bikini, wrapped a robe around me and crept silently out of the room so as not to awake Michelle who was still sleeping soundly.
Making my way down to the pool. I realised I was alone as I dived into the cool clear water and began to stretch into effortless length's of the pool.
As I completed a length, I was aware of someone else in the area, it was the fitness instructor.
"My my you are an early bird." he said, "only the very keen, or very fit swim this early."
