The Massage

She was late, but there again the traffic was heavier than usual this Saturday morning and her tardiness had given me that extra little time to tidy the apartment that I shared with 3 other girls who were all first year students at the same Uni as I in Hull.

Christa had 'phoned mid week and expressed a desire to see my newly found rented accommodation. Most of the students I know live like pigs and in that we four were no exception, clothes of both an intimate nature and not strewn where they were taken off, dishes left unwashed for days and a general air of "studenty disarray" pervaded the place which would take an army of industrial cleaners to unravel and make good. But there was just me as Beth, Liz and Sonia had gone home to their families for this extended weekend break.

Truth to tell, that was exactly what I was planning to do until Christa rang. I thought a weekend with my family would be a nice break after not seeing them for more than a month since I moved in here.

Christa's call ended all that and here I was all scruffy and sweaty waiting for her arrival. Was there time for a quick shower before her arrival? Apparently not because just then there was a firm knock on the street door.

I rushed to answer and there she stood complete with suitcase, all 5'2 of her, and looking radiantly beautiful on this fine morning in the English early Autumn. Suitcase? Was she planning to stay a while? Where would she sleep? All these things I wondered as we embraced, and taking her case I led her through to the "best room".

Christa was 35, I knew that much and knew also that she was married to Bob and that she had a son who was nearing his fourteenth birthday. To me then at just turned 18 she was the epitome of grace and slender petite femininity and I wanted nothing more than to be like her when I reached her age. She was my heroine.

"Nice place Em," she said, "certainly better than the pad I had when I was at Uni." She had a history degree, I knew that too because she had taught me in the last two years at school.

I basked in her praise of this grotty place as I gave her the obligatory tour and gasped once as our breasts touched when we both turned to go though one of the doors at the same time. An upturned half smile and a sort of knowing look was all I got from Christa when that happened.

"I didn't realise you were coming to stay Chris," I said when she asked me where she could sleep, "thought you were just coming over for the day."

"Well Bob has gone on a golfing trip and Sam had arranged to go scouting so I thought I'd spend a couple of days with you...if you don't mind of course," she added as an afterthought.

"Gosh no," I stammered, mentally making a note to find some clean sheets to put on Beth's bed for her to sleep on, "delighted Chris, It's great to have you here."

Truth to tell I was more than delighted to be spending the weekend alone with this dark haired, svelte lady with the figure of a pocket Venus that I had secretly admired for so long, and unconsciously my most feminine secretions began to flow as the fantasy, and fantasy it could only be, of the two of us locked in a naked embrace passed fleetingly through my mind.

"Penny for them Em," said Christa, touching my hand and looking up into my eyes. I had been day dreaming that fantasy of us making love and she had awoken me from it just as my tongue was about to enter her soft wetness. Ah well, one can but dream.

"Sorry Chris, I was just thinking of something," I replied, coming back to earth with a bump and combined with the sweat from my endeavours in tidying up the house my feminine leakage made me realise that I needed to clean up, and fast.

"I need a shower," I said, "I didn't have time earlier before you arrived and I feel all scruffy."

Christa laughed and told me I looked divine, a huge compliment from her I thought, but then she said, "Mind if I have one too? My back is killing me from sitting in that little car for 2 hours and a hot shower may do it some good."

Mind? I didn't mind, just the thought of seeing her naked oozed more of my juices into my already too damp panties.

"I could give you a massage if you like Chris, and we can chat at the same time, catch up on things and what's been happening since I came here," I volunteered.

"Ohhh, a massage, I just love to be massaged," said Christa as we made our way to the bathroom, "you go first."

I stripped and she watched! My body isn't bad, not bad at all but I was conscious of her appraisal, especially when the last piece of clothing, my panties of course, with the so obvious dark patch of wetness contrasting with the whiteness of the material finally lay at my feet.

She looked at them for a second and her gaze moved up and rested on my pussy, then moved higher and lingered on my breasts until she finally made eye contact still with that knowing half smile that I found so entrancing. I fled into the shower with reddening cheeks as she began to undress.

At that point I wanted to make myself cum but didn't dare in case she heard my moans of pleasure which would cause more embarrassment and probably frighten her away, and so minutes later I emerged wet and frustrated to be handed a towel by the naked object of my desires as she passed me and entered the shower stall.

"I'll put a sheet on the bed Chris," I said having hurriedly dried off, "because I'm going to use some oil with the massage."

I had no massage oil but I knew where to find some. Beth had given me a massage two nights previously and I knew she had a draw full of different bottles.

I don't know if Beth fancied me but her touch during that session had certainly worked some sort of magic, especially when her deft little fingers wove between my thighs and either carelessly or by design had touched my curly black pubes. We had both gasped when that happened and as I opened my eyes I noticed that hers were dreamily closed, her mouth open as if she were in wonderland. The spell was quickly broken when Liz, another roomie popped in to nosey around and borrow some clothing.

Nothing further had happened between Beth and I but the sensual, sexual feelings she had brought to the fore in me still lingered on and I so desperately wanted to weave the same magic spell on Christa to see what would happen.

Grabbing the first bottle of oil that came to hand and taking it back to my room, I had just spread a cover on the bed when Christa entered and asked me where I wanted her to lie.

Words failed me then and my mouth dried up so I just pointed to the bed whilst rubbing the musky smelling massage oil between my palms. There was something of the show off about Christa as that lithe, toned body posed for me for a second before sinuously flowing belly down onto the bed, arms stretched wide and thighs just parted enough to allow me a glimpse of jet black pubic hair through which I was just able to see the darkling pinkness of her most sacred Holy of Holies.

I asked her where the pain was and she put a hand behind her and pointed to a place on her lower back, but that could wait I thought because I wanted to make the moment last forever and give her the longest and most sensual massage my untrained fingers would allow.

Naked as the day I straddled her buttocks, knees taking nearly all the weight with my pussy resting ever so gently on those gorgeously taut bum cheeks that just craved my later attentions (I hoped), and stretching forward from that position I began to massage her perfect shoulders.

She gasped as I rubbed, the tension in those knotted muscles draining away with every stroke of my oiled but inexperienced fingers as they made their way lower, touching her breasts which swelled invitingly outwards from the weight of her body. Fingers lingered there and fingernails gently scratched the sides of those pure white globes which contrasted so excitingly with the light tan of her body.

Did she move slightly then? Or was it my imagination? There was another gasp from Christa when somehow those same fingers were able to touch a small but extremely hard nipple for the briefest of moments before her weight again pressed it down on the sheet and I withdrew those fingers to continue stroking the rest of her body.

I was really worked up by now, my silly 18 years old barely adult mind playing fantasy games, wanting her, wanting her so very much to reach a manicured hand back and slide a finger, then another into my own sacred opening.

I had by now reached the point where Christa had experienced her pain and moving backwards so that my pussy was resting between her so delectable parted thighs I began the massage anew but noticed that I had left behind a wet patch of my womanly secretions which was disappearing fast between the twin globes of her buns and which surely must soon make contact with her puckered anus which was tantalisingly hidden from view.

I wanted to lick her then, lick my juices form that wondrous valley but dared not in case it offended her. She began to moan as my fingers touched and massaged her bum cheeks and I wondered if they were moans of sensual pleasure from the finger pressure or whether they were really moans of ecstasy. My fantasy preferred to think the latter but bringing myself sharply back to reality I knew deep down she could not be experiencing the very same feelings that I was and that it was after all a thing in my mind.

Changing position yet again I moved now to straddle her lower back but facing the other way this time. The only contact between our bodies was that of my now very damp pubes teasing her skin. I knelt higher then so that the bodily contact was broken – something deep within me had triggered the start of an orgasm which I was powerless to stop and which shook my naked frame with the force of a tornado hitting a shanty town.

I defy any woman to have a meaningful orgasm and keep completely silent about it and in that I was no exception, but tried my hardest to limit the noise to gasps and heavy breathing.

Steadying myself once more I resumed my former position and began to stroke those taut white globes from the other direction. Was that a soft chuckle I heard behind me then? Or was my devious mind playing still more tricks?

There was more than a little wetness oozing from me now and I wondered if Christa had noticed. I thought she must have but there was no indication from her and no conversation between us apart from a gasp of pleasure from her now and then – and my so audible moans from a few minutes before.

Her thighs had opened more I noticed, and my fingers with a mind of their own took advantage of this and delved into the softness between her cheeks, brushing the now more fully exposed cunt lips of the lady I so hoped would become my lover.

She seemed to shudder when this happened so I allowed those fingers to repeat the same movement but this time a little more slowly so as to savour the moment that would probably never return. I was determined that Christa would enjoy what I was doing and took selfish delight in pulling apart those gorgeous cheeks, bending forward to inhale her womanly odour until my face was merely inches form her puckered brown anus. Surely she must notice my hot breath on her most tender skin? I so wanted to lick that dark brown hole and bury my face between those cheeks when I noticed that there was a distinct wet patch spreading on the sheet which had not been there a few moments before. Could it be – could it really be that Christa was enjoying the fruits of my labours as much as I?

A hand tapped my thigh and a husky voice said, "Time to do my front Em."

That was all it took to shake me back into reality and I moved so that she could turn over. As she moved I turned around once more and was now facing this beautiful petite lady whose eyes were still closed but whose mouth had on it a satisfyingly smug little smile, like the cat that had got the cream.

I looked at this vision of loveliness beneath me and before resuming my straddled position above her ready to continue the massage I couldn't help but notice that her jet black pubes were as wet as mine. The fronts of her thighs were awash with her juices and this gave me hope that she would reach for me if I kept on titillating her so.

I straddled her again then and we were cunt to cunt, my own rubbing across hers with the forward and backward motion of my massaging her breasts. Her mouth opened and she gasped yet again, muttering something impossible to hear when my oily fingers held the globes of her breasts and drew upwards to the tips to nip those alert brown nipples with increasing pressure.

It must have been the movement of my pussy on hers combined with the pressure I was boldly exerting on it that finally tore down her barriers because all of a sudden her smile disappeared to be replaced with a grimace as if she were in pain. Her neck muscles stood out and her belly and thighs became rigid.

I kept up the movement and began to grind my cunt onto and into hers and was on the verge of cumming myself when she exploded, bucked and writhed beneath me. I leaned forward and kissed her then but so deep was her orgasm and so wrapped up in it was she that I doubt she noticed and so when she finally began to subside I slithered snakelike down her perfect little body to nestle my greedy face between her thighs, tongue gently lapping the juices that flowed so readily from my lover to be.

She felt my probing tongue, that much was apparent and opened herself wider to allow it better access into the dark velvety cavern, the fount of all her femininity. I licked and lapped and drank deep from her, my face covered with her love juices until she came again and washed me anew with an abundance of fresh love which I slurped like the greedy girl I was until she was still.

Her scent was musky and full of heightened sexual excitement, her taste was like nothing I had tasted before and must surely have been the Nectar of the Gods that the ancient Greeks talked about millennia before.

Christa took over at that point and what happened next was a revelation to me as she lovingly licked her own love secretions from my face and where it had dribbled down my neck to the cleavage between my breasts.

She took me to Heaven in a chariot of love that day and brought me back down to earth with a featherlike landing. More and more we wanted of each other and more and more we greedily took advantage of each other's bodies until with a mind blowing crescendo of dual orgasms that soaked us both we came for the last time in a rolling over 69, each vying for position until the inevitable happened and the stars floated between our eyes and the earth really did seem to move.

The next thing I remember was of Christa kissing my face again, so quite naturally I returned the favour and we licked and kissed, kissed and licked, hands resting comfortably between the other's sated thighs.

"I love you Christa," I whispered between kisses.

"I love you too Emma darling," came her equally whispered reply as she began to doze.

"Can we be lovers for ever now Christa?" I asked, fearing that this could not last.

"Oh yess!" came the more alert reply this time, " Oh yes Emma darling, for ever and ever," whispered Christa, my mother.

And we are.