Samantha part 5
Our three-month Anniversary.
Please read part 1 -- 4 before reading this.
Spring break has come for both of us. Jennifer and I have been a constant item since our first night over Christmas break. The weekend just before spring break is our 3-month anniversary. We try to plan a weekend away, but with all the spring break activities, we can only find an open room from Saturday night until Sunday morning at an exclusive spa hotel up the coast. Instead of hanging around the house for our special weekend, we decide to book the room in West Coast Beach and drive a few hours to spend at least one night away. We book a suite and decided we would like to do a host of the spa treatments, facials, massages and all the amenities we can fit in during our time there. It's hard for me lying to my family about "just going on spring break up the coast with my friend Jen" instead of telling them I'm in love or at least sexual lust with a woman, but now is not the right time. My mom and dad would lose their shit if they knew I was having sex with a woman and not making love to a man. Hell, they'd probably lose their shit, knowing I suck dick and take it in the ass. So, to tell them I have been eating pussy for three months and falling in love with Jennifer would probably give them both strokes.
I don't think Jennifer has come out to her family either. She told me when this all started, she was swearing off men completely. I don't know if that's still the case. I wonder sometimes if we broke up would she date women or go back to me. Either way I don't really care and it doesn't concern me. I never thought I'd be in this situation and I how things are going. I love when I get to see her. I love seeing her smile. I love when I get random texts from her throughout the day. How happy I am when I see her. How it lifts my mood when she tries to lift my spirits after a bad day. Let alone the times we spend together cuddling on the couch or making love. I'm still not sure if my heart is in this 100%, at least to be fulltime lesbian, but I sure do love her, care for her and want to be with her. So, when we talked about getting away, I jumped at the chance. And if we continue this relationship or want to make it permeant, then her and I will have to tell everyone and hope they understand.
Out day finally arrives --
Jennifer picks me up and we take the drive up the coast. The weather is turning warmer, the ocean and scenery along the drive is gorgeous and I am glad we are getting away. We arrive in at the hotel and check in. Our room is stunning. It has a full kitchen, with breakfast nook, a full front room and a separate private bedroom. A king bed, private bathroom, with Jacuzzi tub and a balcony overlooking the ocean. It is amazing. I stand at the sliding glass door when Jennifer walks up behind me and wraps her arms around me. She whisper's in my ear, "I'm glad we did this."
I reply, "I am too."
After a brief nap, we head down for our first of our appointments at our couples' massage. We are escorted to a private dressing room and are asked to wear bikini bottoms and tops and nothing else. After changing, the hostess escorts us to our massage room where we are in the room at the same time, but on separate tables. Jennifer and I are both being massaged by two women. My masseuse is a younger white girl, who is wearing dark tight yoga pants with her polo work shirt, she had short brown hair and average sized breast, but is not exceptionally attractive. I can see the outline of her pussy through her pants and as far as I can see either she is wearing no panties, or a very silky thong. Jennifer is being massaged by a middle-aged Filipino lady, who has her long brown hair up in a pony tail. She is wearing nursing style scrubs and her work polo and looks like she has bigger tits, but age and gravity has taken its toll. She is still very attractive and about 25 years older than us or her counterpart.
We lay flat on out stomachs as their oily hands work up and down the back of our legs, backs and shoulders. As the comfort of this girls' hands relieve my strained muscles, my mind drifts off to an unexpected lesbian encounter. I start wondering if the masseuse knows Jennifer and I are dating? I wonder if she has ever gotten turned on by massaging a woman, she found attractive? Does she know if she ever turned anyone on? Every time her hand slides up between my legs working my muscles, I want her to go further and get closer to my pussy, teasing me, making me hot and horny. My sexual fantasy proceeds to take over and in my thoughts, I visualize Jennifer's masseuse leaning over Jennifer's body, kissing her passionately. I see the masseuse sliding Jennifer's bikini off and is rubbing up and down her legs hitting her ass cheeks and her pussy. I visualize the masseuse, slide her own pants off, pull off her top and I see her standing there in her black bra and panties. I visualize the masseuse climbing up on the table in-between Jennifer's legs, lean down and start eating Jennifer's ass and pussy out. The Filipino masseuse uses her tongue to bring Jennifer to orgasm, all while she's rubbing her clit bringing herself to orgasm as pleases Jen. I visualize Jennifer looking over at me in absolute awe that her masseuse is pleasing her orally. How wet she is becoming and how close to orgasm she is. How shocked but glad her masseuse is working her pussy while I watch her being pleasured.
I visualize my masseuse and I watching the spectacle getting tuned on ourselves. I see my masseuse rubbing her pussy over her yoga pants, just in awe of watching her counterpart eat my girlfriend out. I see her slide her hand down her pants, letting out a shrieking moan as her fingers hit her wet pussy lips. I visualize her turning her attention onto me and feel her start lowering my bikini bottom, pouring more oils along the top of my legs, rubbing it upwards and along my wet pussy, getting ready to finger fuck me as Jennifer watches me being pleasured as she is being pleasured. Just like our night with Ashley, the thoughts of another in the bedroom with us has got me overly excited. As my fantasy continues, my masseuse fingers me deeply sliding her oiled-up fingers deep in and out of me as I moan in pleasure. She rolls me over and puts me on my back and slides down her pants. I was right, she wasn't wearing panties and her tight little young shaved pussy looks hot. I visualize her climbing up on the table, resting her pussy right on my face allowing me to lick and suck her to her first orgasm. My mouth covered in her wetness as she grinds her pussy lips along my face. I visualize all of us eventually climbing onto the floor each taking turns licking, sucking and fingering each other to orgasm. Just as I start to get extremely turned on and soaking wet, I hear Jennifer's voice, "Samantha, are you ok?"
In a louder voice, "Samantha, are you okay?"
I snap back to reality, "Huh, Yes, what?"... "Why?..." "What?"
Jennifer says, "You were starting to mumble out loud."
"Sorry", I replied. "This massage is releasing a lot of tension."
Jennifer smiled at me, places her head back down and we both just continue enjoying our massages until our time was up. I almost felt embarrassed. I wondered if I moaned anything out that was understandable. As we walked out and headed down the hallway to the dressing room to change back into regular clothes, my pussy was tingling. All those thoughts came back and I needed to cum. When the door closed behind us; Jennifer smiled and asked me, "Did that massage turn you on?"
"OMG yes it did. That's why I was mumbling, I was day dreaming of sex."
I couldn't wait any more, I was so horny and needed to get off. And even though it wasn't the right place or time, I had to have Jennifer right there. I pushed Jennifer up against the make-up table / counter that was there and kissed her deeply. She wanted to resist because we were in a changing room, but soon realized, she was just as turned on as I was. I ripped Jennifer's bikini top off and dove in at her tits. I sucked her nipples hard and deep, swirling my tongue around them. Jennifer's head leaned back, breathing heavy as she placed her hands on the back of my head. I spun Jennifer around and leaned her over the make-up table, so she could see herself in the mirror. I got down on my knees and pulled her bikini bottom down. I started pulling, pushing and manipulating her ass cheeks. I softly kissed her ass cheeks and ran my hand ran up and down in-between her legs, back and forth across her pussy, getting her wet. I wanted to be that Filipino masseuse in my fantasy and without hesitation, I stuck my tongue right in-between Jennifer's ass cheeks and started licking her asshole.