I had to finish it tonight. I'd never have gotten to sleep ...
Julia began to stroke Lyssa's calves.
"Mmmm," Lyssa breathed.
"All righty, then ..."
What does she mean by -- "Oh, my God!", Lyssa yelped. She flopped her legs at random, hard and fast as she could, to shed the fingertips wrestling in her knee "pits". When those fingertips did pull out, she flopped on the table, her legs vibrating, utterly enervated.
"Sensitive," Julia observed, "but not ticklish. What do you think, Summer?"
My turncoat "bodyguard" is back. Lyssa felt an unaccountable thrill move down her spine. The fluttering sensation in her belly had shrunk, but it now began once again to swell and move downward. Don't be afraid, she told herself, but the feeling persisted.
"I think it's my new favorite, even if it's a little loose."
"You look sexier than the suit. Lovely as the summer days."
Lyssa heard the caress in Julia's voice and strained to to get a look at Summer at the head of the table. Her blush is brighter than mine! Lyssa felt a white-hot flash of jealously, then instantly wondered at herself. Where in Hell did that come from?!
"Thank you, Julia," Summer murmured.
"Watch and learn, now." Julia's hands move along the backs of Lyssa's thighs, pressing and kneading with a masseuse's firm touch.
Lyssa sighed as the trembling faded from the slumping long muscles.
Julia stepped back and around to Lyssa's left. "Across from me," she ordered, and Lyssa almost felt Summer looming over her. "Do just as I do, like in a mirror."
"Oh, yeah!" Lyssa felt Julia's left hand, then Summer's right on either knee. Julia's right hand slowly moved up the outside of her left thigh, Summer slightly behind on her right. Summer's were the hands of a martial artist, hard as wood under a thin layer of lotion softness. As Julia, then Summer, began to use her fingers, Lyssa stiffened, then giggled.
"Keep working, Summer." Julia pulled her hand back. Lyssa stopped giggling. "Lyssa, do you sleep on your right side?"
Through clenched teeth, she admitted, "Mostly."
Julia slapped her buttock, sharply but with little force. "Haven't you ever read a beauty magazine? Sleep on your back, girl!"
Lyssa laid mute. Julia began squeezing her leg just above the knee. Again, Lyssa began flopping in desperate evasion, yipping and uttering brief screams. "Sorry, I forgot. Give her a try."
"I wish she'd just laugh."
"I know. Let's try something old. Mirror me."
Lyssa opened her eyes to see Summer smiling down on her. Summer's "working clothes" were tied with thin strings of textured blue cotton. Otherwise, she wore three angular patches of orange-stitched denim. A thin line of fine hair peeked over her waistband. Above that, her belly was lean and hard, and the sleek muscles in her forearms and upper arms, and layered over her shoulders, moved in precise increments, plainly visible. Her tan lines ran two to three inches wide along the lines of the bikini.
The fluttering in her stomach blossomed. She told herself not to fear, and the lubricious sensation at the crux of her legs answered her. Lust, the sensation she had mistaken for fear, washed over her. As their hands descended on her body, she began to tremble, then to vibrate.
They'd reached the insides of her thighs. Lyssa arched, She brayed, She collapsed, still laughing as though laughter could drive their hands away, and she arched again. Far away, Julia ordered a new phase in her torment. Summer's hands moved up, worked her, then moved up again at Julia's command. While Summer's hands answered to Julia's voice, Lyssa's body answered to Julia's hands, unpredictable and inescapable. At one instant, Julia followed Summer's moves. Then her hands would back slightly and pounce on virgin flesh.
Lyssa laughed. She also begged, swore, prayed, threatened and cried out for her Daddy. Mostly, though, she laughed.
Finally, she tired. She laid flinching in sweat pooled deeper than before as the irrationally persistent fingers pried and poked at spots that had numbed, nearly disappeared from her body. All that remained was the old deep-seated fluttering in her abdomen.
"I hope we didn't push her too far. How do you feel, Lyssa?"
"Oh, Gaw-wd. Summer, I'm horny."
"That's fine, Lyssa. You're a good girl, a strong girl. I'm going to make you so very happy." Summer hooked the waistband of Lyssa's g-string and pulled sharply. The string parted, and Lyssa felt those demanding fingers creeping down her belly.
A warm breath swept over her breasts. "Tough Lyssa, who never spoke a safeword in her life." Full warm lips closed over her left nipple, while warm finely muscled fingers gently pinched, twisted and pulled on her right. She arched her back just before the hard fingers parted her labia.
"Okay Lyssa, the terminal is just ahead."
Lyssa stretched, yawned, blinked. Summer smiled down on her just as she had in the studio. Suddenly, Lyssa was wide awake. "Take me to the hotel. Then come in with me."
Summer spoke slowly. "I have to return the car."
"Not while I'm still paying you."
"Paying for me, you mean?"
"Come on, that was not fair."
"No, I'm sorry. Truly, I have ... a friend. Waiting for me." Summer stopped the car in the driveway.
"I guess I understand."
"Thank you for that. Uh, look, airfares are cheap. If you can get me a deal on a room ..."
"You pick it, then text me."
Summer smiled, leaned over her and gently took Lyssa's lips in her own.
Minutes later, "You know, as bodyguards go, your resume is pretty rare. You could relocate. Easily." Suddenly embarrassed, Lyssa ducked her head.
Summer touched her shoulder. "If you're serious ..."
AMATEUR VENUE
Julia began to stroke Lyssa's calves.
"Mmmm," Lyssa breathed.
"All righty, then ..."
What does she mean by -- "Oh, my God!", Lyssa yelped. She flopped her legs at random, hard and fast as she could, to shed the fingertips wrestling in her knee "pits". When those fingertips did pull out, she flopped on the table, her legs vibrating, utterly enervated.
"Sensitive," Julia observed, "but not ticklish. What do you think, Summer?"
My turncoat "bodyguard" is back. Lyssa felt an unaccountable thrill move down her spine. The fluttering sensation in her belly had shrunk, but it now began once again to swell and move downward. Don't be afraid, she told herself, but the feeling persisted.
"I think it's my new favorite, even if it's a little loose."
"You look sexier than the suit. Lovely as the summer days."
Lyssa heard the caress in Julia's voice and strained to to get a look at Summer at the head of the table. Her blush is brighter than mine! Lyssa felt a white-hot flash of jealously, then instantly wondered at herself. Where in Hell did that come from?!
"Thank you, Julia," Summer murmured.
"Watch and learn, now." Julia's hands move along the backs of Lyssa's thighs, pressing and kneading with a masseuse's firm touch.
Lyssa sighed as the trembling faded from the slumping long muscles.
Julia stepped back and around to Lyssa's left. "Across from me," she ordered, and Lyssa almost felt Summer looming over her. "Do just as I do, like in a mirror."
"Oh, yeah!" Lyssa felt Julia's left hand, then Summer's right on either knee. Julia's right hand slowly moved up the outside of her left thigh, Summer slightly behind on her right. Summer's were the hands of a martial artist, hard as wood under a thin layer of lotion softness. As Julia, then Summer, began to use her fingers, Lyssa stiffened, then giggled.
"Keep working, Summer." Julia pulled her hand back. Lyssa stopped giggling. "Lyssa, do you sleep on your right side?"
Through clenched teeth, she admitted, "Mostly."
Julia slapped her buttock, sharply but with little force. "Haven't you ever read a beauty magazine? Sleep on your back, girl!"
Lyssa laid mute. Julia began squeezing her leg just above the knee. Again, Lyssa began flopping in desperate evasion, yipping and uttering brief screams. "Sorry, I forgot. Give her a try."
"I wish she'd just laugh."
"I know. Let's try something old. Mirror me."
Lyssa opened her eyes to see Summer smiling down on her. Summer's "working clothes" were tied with thin strings of textured blue cotton. Otherwise, she wore three angular patches of orange-stitched denim. A thin line of fine hair peeked over her waistband. Above that, her belly was lean and hard, and the sleek muscles in her forearms and upper arms, and layered over her shoulders, moved in precise increments, plainly visible. Her tan lines ran two to three inches wide along the lines of the bikini.
The fluttering in her stomach blossomed. She told herself not to fear, and the lubricious sensation at the crux of her legs answered her. Lust, the sensation she had mistaken for fear, washed over her. As their hands descended on her body, she began to tremble, then to vibrate.
They'd reached the insides of her thighs. Lyssa arched, She brayed, She collapsed, still laughing as though laughter could drive their hands away, and she arched again. Far away, Julia ordered a new phase in her torment. Summer's hands moved up, worked her, then moved up again at Julia's command. While Summer's hands answered to Julia's voice, Lyssa's body answered to Julia's hands, unpredictable and inescapable. At one instant, Julia followed Summer's moves. Then her hands would back slightly and pounce on virgin flesh.
Lyssa laughed. She also begged, swore, prayed, threatened and cried out for her Daddy. Mostly, though, she laughed.
Finally, she tired. She laid flinching in sweat pooled deeper than before as the irrationally persistent fingers pried and poked at spots that had numbed, nearly disappeared from her body. All that remained was the old deep-seated fluttering in her abdomen.
"I hope we didn't push her too far. How do you feel, Lyssa?"
"Oh, Gaw-wd. Summer, I'm horny."
"That's fine, Lyssa. You're a good girl, a strong girl. I'm going to make you so very happy." Summer hooked the waistband of Lyssa's g-string and pulled sharply. The string parted, and Lyssa felt those demanding fingers creeping down her belly.
A warm breath swept over her breasts. "Tough Lyssa, who never spoke a safeword in her life." Full warm lips closed over her left nipple, while warm finely muscled fingers gently pinched, twisted and pulled on her right. She arched her back just before the hard fingers parted her labia.
"Okay Lyssa, the terminal is just ahead."
Lyssa stretched, yawned, blinked. Summer smiled down on her just as she had in the studio. Suddenly, Lyssa was wide awake. "Take me to the hotel. Then come in with me."
Summer spoke slowly. "I have to return the car."
"Not while I'm still paying you."
"Paying for me, you mean?"
"Come on, that was not fair."
"No, I'm sorry. Truly, I have ... a friend. Waiting for me." Summer stopped the car in the driveway.
"I guess I understand."
"Thank you for that. Uh, look, airfares are cheap. If you can get me a deal on a room ..."
"You pick it, then text me."
Summer smiled, leaned over her and gently took Lyssa's lips in her own.
Minutes later, "You know, as bodyguards go, your resume is pretty rare. You could relocate. Easily." Suddenly embarrassed, Lyssa ducked her head.
Summer touched her shoulder. "If you're serious ..."
