"You have nice firm legs, Donna. Your workouts are paying off." By now her hands were rising above my knee. I was wondering where this was going to wind up and not sure how I wanted it to. She was kneading my thigh muscles and I did relax some. When she got to the bottom of the shorts, she stopped and went to the ankle of my other leg. With a better idea what to expect, I was better able to let go and enjoy it. And there is nothing wrong with having my skin moisturized.
By the time she got all the way up on that leg, I was feeling pretty good. Then she surprised me again: She kissed the front of my thigh. Just once and said again, "Beautiful!"
She took my hand and helped me down off the coffee table and gestured to the couch. She topped up my wineglass and said, "Sit tight. I'll be right back." She went in the bedroom and closed the door. I sat back on the couch and propped my feet on the coffee table. Looking at my legs, I felt good -- like I had made the grade. I took a sip of wine and really did feel relaxed.
Marie came back out and in place of her sweatpants; she had on a pair of black satin shorts and was wearing some dark red pumps with maybe a 2" heel. Still with the sweatshirt on top like me, it looked odd but somehow it did emphasize her legs. They were very nice too. A little more definition than mine and also showing signs of visits to the gym. She held out her hand to me and I got up off the couch. "Help me up", she said, and hopped up on the coffee table. She wasn't bashful and moved around a little posing like a model. "Well?" she said smiling, "How about some massage therapy?"
"Yes, Ma'am!" I said, "Coming right up!" I took the moisturizer and started at her ankle as she had. It was strange at first so purposefully touching another woman. But I have to admit I enjoyed it. Touching is a different way to sense the differences between our two bodies. By the time I had rubbed her all the way up both legs, I had a new appreciation for her fantastic legs! Impishly, I gave her thigh a kiss too and then looked up and smiled. She got down off the table and hugged me. But this time, our legs meshed together and we each squeezed the other's. It was a little more than a sisterly hug and it was quite nice!
"OK," said Marie, "Back to wardrobe with you. This time, pick a bra and a top that shows off your breasts." She was quite forward about it and I think she sensed an inner flinch on my part. "As you can see the blinds are down and the curtains drawn. Think of it as the women's area of a luxury spa."
I hesitated for an instant and then said, "OK."
In the bedroom, I pulled off the sweatshirt and bra and started leafing through the bras on the bed. I held a couple up to my boobs but the cups seemed too big. My breasts aren't tiny but I guess they are a little smaller than Marie's. Then I noticed a minimal one and tried it on. It fit with no gaps but it was a shelf bra and didn't cover my nipples. Oh, well. She said to show off my breasts. I found a sleeveless top that buttoned up the front in a crisp white cotton. Checking myself in the mirror, I didn't look too bad in a hookerish sort of way. But it wasn't obvious that my nips were exposed.
Returning to the living room, Marie said, "Nice! A lot better than the sweats!" She led me over to stand facing the fireplace. I was just close enough that I could sense a little radiant heat. She once again started with the moisturizer on my hand this time. She worked her way up one arm to my shoulder but keeping the cream off the blouse. Then she started at the other hand. When she got to the shoulder this time, she moved behind me and reached around to the front and started undoing the buttons on the blouse. Once again, I felt myself flush but had no real reason to stop her. She just pulled it off my shoulders and I pulled my arms out. There I was, facing the fire with Marie behind me, and I folded my arms across my breasts.
Marie didn't say anything. She took some moisturizer and started massaging my lower back. Her hands worked both sides and came around to my tummy. She worked up to my ribcage and then around to the back again. This time, she stopped massaging and unhooked the bra. She helped it fall forward and I let it go to the floor. In my ear she said, "Lace your hands together behind your head and close your eyes." As I did that, she started massaging my shoulders and the base of my neck. Then her hands came around each side of me again and this time she drew her fingers along the underside of my breasts. By now, this was feeling pretty good and not just in a massage way! Gradually, her hands found more and more of my breasts, gently probing. Finally she answered my unspoken request and touched my nipples. I could feel them tighten and stand up instantly. At this she cooed in my ear a little. "Mmm" she said, "perky!" She teased my nipples a little more and I started to get pretty aroused. Finally, she cupped both my breasts in her hand, sort of hugging me from behind. Then she nibbled the back of my ear and kissed my neck. I was about to collapse when she let go, turned me around to see her smiling face and said, "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."
Marie headed for the bedroom and I sat on the couch. My head was spinning! Here I was, in my friend's living room, wearing short shorts and little else. I was excited but I really didn't feel nervous. I sipped a little wine. My breasts were right here so I stroked one nipple. I was enjoying the fire and its warmth. Then I realized, quite pleased, that I hadn't thought about Jerry in quite a while.
When Marie came back out, she was wearing a white top that was cut like a camisole with spaghetti straps. It was made of lycra or something form fitting and hugged her from the belly button up. I could see she wasn't wearing a bra and had to admit she had nice tits. She said, "Come on...you know the drill!" She stood as I had in front of the fire and I started working the lotion into her hands and arms. With the little straps, I was able to massage all the way up to her shoulders. At that point, Marie slipped the straps off her shoulders and pulled out her arms. I was now able to massage her shoulders and neck easily. But then, I didn't know exactly what to do next. She seemed to sense this and just pulled her top down, like a tube top, stretched it over her hips and stepped out! She was nude from the waist up! She stood back up, and, as I had, she faced away from me toward the fire and laced her hands behind her head. She said nothing and I started to massage her lower back, gradually working around to the front.
Finally, I ventured up to the underside of her breasts. They were a little bigger than mine. They had a little more heft to them. I found that I wanted to fill my hands with them! From behind, I could really explore them just by touch. I was surprised at how much I liked feeling their weight! Gradually, I started to concentrate on her nipples. Using some of the moisturizer, I could feel that they were bigger than mine but not so pointy. By this time, I had buried my face in the crook of her neck and was moaning a little. Though I couldn't see her face, I somehow knew she was smiling.
Finally, she just turned around and we embraced, front to front, bare boobs and all. She kissed me once, lightly on the mouth. Then she pulled away a little so we could see each other while still holding on. I then saw that her nipples were darker than mine and very luxurious looking. Mine were quite erect and she bobbed around bumping her nipples against mine. The whole sensation was fantastic! How could this be happening?
She dropped her arms and I did the same. We sat down on the couch, side by side, thighs touching, feeling very warm, flushed even. "Here," she said handing me my wine glass, "we need some refreshment!" We sipped for a while without talking. I really wanted to look at her boobs some more. Marie saw me glancing sideways and took one breast in her hand and gave it a squeeze. "Feel free!" she said.
I said, "Wait a minute. What's going on here? Am I a lesbian?"
"I wouldn't go that far," she replied. "Let's just say you are a passionate, sexual being. You enjoy the pleasure your body can experience and I think you enjoy the pleasure you can give another."
"I guess I would have to agree to that!" I said. "But this is a kind of pleasure I have never even imagined."
"Oh, really?!" said Marie, "Never?"
"Well, maybe a little fantasy or two," I replied grinning sheepishly.
"Uh-huh," she said. Then she leaned over and kissed me. This time it was a real kiss, warm, long and deep. I felt a thrill go all the way through my body.
She sat back and watched me. I sat back too, and in sort of a daze said, "I need to use the ladies room."
"Use the one off my room. I'll use the guest one."
I went into her bedroom and closed the door. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, standing there in short shorts and shoes and nothing else. I guess I did look kind of hot. I went into the bathroom and took a few calming breaths. "OK" I said to myself, "This is kind of fun. Pretty different but fun just the same"
I sat down to pee. That's when I noticed that my pussy and panties and even the shorts were pretty wet! I must have been more excited than I thought! Well, I couldn't put those back on. I went back into the bedroom and found a pair of lacy boy shorts in light blue. I slipped into them and they hugged my bottom just right. Somehow, I felt that outer shorts would be over dressing so I just sauntered back out to the living room like that -- panties and shoes.
Marie was apparently still in the bathroom. I wandered around a little, looking at her artwork and checking out her books and stuff. From behind me, I heard, "Hi!" I turned and had two more surprises: Marie was standing across the room wearing only her shoes and I couldn't help noticing there was no hair on her pussy! I had to admit she was beautiful. I told her so and she said, "So are you, Donna."
