KAREN & CATHY
Chapter 1
I met Karen in a dance class. She is about 5'8" with the most beautiful body I've ever seen - you can't hide much in a leotard. I asked her to be my partner and we hit it off pretty well. She has a winning smile and a witty personality. Fortunately, over the years I have had my share of attractive women and so I consider myself a good judge of beauty and I like beautiful women.
After some chit chat, I asked her for her phone number, which she gladly gave me but also added that she was married to a musician. She worked as a hair stylist. For several weeks we danced together and I often felt her lovely breasts pressed against my chest. She never seemed to mind when I would cop a feel and she was very friendly, even affectionate for a married woman. What a body!
I was about due for a haircut and asked her if she knew a good stylist for men. She suggested that she cut my hair since she did some freelance work outside of the shop. I said fine and asked her how much it would run. Forty-five dollars was a bit steeper than I wanted to pay, so I suggested we barter. She was curious and asked what kind of a trade.
While in college I'd worked part-time as a masseur and I still swap massages with friends. We agreed to trade one massage for one haircut and set a time for it.
Karen arrived at my house on Saturday and I got the royal treatment; shampoo in the sink, scalp massage, styling and beard trim. She was great and after a little cheese and wine, I showed her where to change and then led her out to my hot tub. She was a bit surprised when I didn't join her.
After her tub, she joined me in the living room where I had moved the large coffee table in front of the fireplace and had a roaring fire going. There was a thick foam pad, covered by a sheet, on the table and a bottle of scented oil.
Karen stepped out of my robe and wore a tiny string bikini, which she jokingly modeled for me. I knew she looked good but in this bikini with her huge breasts and magnificent hips, it was all I could do not to cum in my pants. I smiled at her in approval and she sat down on the edge of the pad. I sensed that though she knew she had a nice body and knew that I, among many others, admired it, she was not completely comfortable with the idea of another man touching her, especially when she had so little on and so much to touch. I suggested that she lie face down and that I begin with her back. She rolled over onto her stomach and adjusted her bathing suit. As she lay her body down and her full weight pressed her huge chest to the pad, her beautiful breasts pressed out of the sides of her flimsy top. This was going to be a very thorough massage.
Applying oil to her shoulders, I began to knead her shoulders and neck. As she relaxed, I massaged her upper arms and then returned to her shoulders and neck. After getting my fingers tangled in the string around her neck, I untied the neck bow of her top and continued to rub her magnificent body. She was relaxing but I realized that if I were going to get to handle all of her body, I was going to have to move slowly.
I methodically moved down to the middle of her back and then untied the bow in the middle of her back and laid the strings to the side. She didn't seem to mind. Her body felt even firmer than it looked. I massaged her lower back and then moved on to her legs and ass and spent considerable time and effort massaging the soft skin of her upper thighs. I eased her legs apart and massaged the tenderness of her inner thighs.
Whenever my hand would brush her cunt or the sides of her swelling breasts, a soft moan would escape her lips. It was time for her to turn over and taking hold of her bra, I helped her roll over. Afraid that she might tense up, I made sure that her bra remained in place at least for the moment. It lay softly across her breasts covering little more than her nipples. I sensed that she was still a little nervous, so I began on her face. Closing her eyes, she quickly relaxed as my fingers danced across her face and down her neck to her shoulders. I skipped over her chest and massaged her firm abdomen. Karen had a perfectly flat stomach with no pouch whatsoever.
Moving around to the end of the table, I stood in front of her head, and reaching out over her body, I began to administer long body strokes from her hips to her shoulders, coming up her sides and across her breasts. In a matter of moments her bra had slid off of her chest and up to her neck. I removed it and was surprised that she made no protest at all. Her tits were unbelievable and my cock was ready to explode.
I began to massage her chest and her pink nipples hardened. I took them both between my fingers and massaged them until they looked like pencil erasers. Karen, eyes closed, was moaning in ecstasy and I could see her legs starting to move. I fought my urge to suck on her breasts and instead moved to her side and began to massage her legs.
I massaged her feet and calves and worked my way up to her sculptured thighs. Slowly, moving forward and then retreating, I inched my way along her satiny thighs towards her sweet pussy. Her bikini bottoms were tiny and held in place by two small bows, one tied on each hip. Parting her legs a bit more, I lifted her knee and began to knead the muscle on the inside of her thigh. I rubbed along the top of her thigh until I reached her hip and then brushing my fingers across her mons and down along the very edge of her pussy and then back down the length of her thigh. Karen let her leg fall to the side, giving me greater access to her luscious womanflesh.
After massaging one leg, I switched to the other, giving it the same treatment. Karen lay on the table, her long legs raised and bent as her sheathed pussy oozed below me. I let my fingers trace over the satiny skin of her inner thigh as I straddled the table and sat down with her feet between my thighs. Lifting her legs one at a time, I wrapped her legs over my thighs and around my body. I gazed down at her steaming quim and thought how it would feel to ram my cock deep into her dripping pussy. Placing my hands on her knees, I massaged both her thighs with long strokes beginning at her knees and going toward her steaming pussy. I lay my palms flat on her legs and pressing my thumbs along the soft flesh of her inner thighs, I pushed forward.
Karen's body writhed slightly as my thumbs touched the sheer material of her bikini and raked across her engorged pussy lips. They were so swollen that they began to peek out of the sides of her tiny bikini. She was drenched. I gazed up at her magnificent chest and saw her nipples standing up like pencil erasers. I could smell the sweet scent of her pussy as it lay only inches below my face. I repeated this lovely stroke several times making sure to caress and tease her seething pussy. Her breathing got heavier and her huge chest began to heave as her nipples seemed to get even harder.
Sitting there between this goddess's golden thighs, with her entire beautiful body open to me was just too much. I placed both palms on her mons and let my thumbs massage and caress her sweet pussy. As my thumbs rubbed over her swollen labia, I pressed them open and they wrapped around the thin strip of material that still covered her seething twat. Karen looked like she was in heaven as her head rolled gently from side to side and she moaned softly. My thumbs slid into the leg openings of her bikini and searched for her tender clit.
My fingers caught under the hip strings and they both opened. Now the only thing keeping her from being totally naked was gravity and the moistness of the sheer material as it lay trapped between her pussy lips. As I drew back the material to expose her seething pussy, Karen grabbed my hand.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she protested as my hand remained firmly against her pussy.
