Deannas Masseuse - Bi-Sexual/Penetration/Romantic Seduction-Erotica

Excerpt:

Now I guess my husband is like a lot of men who think that once a woman is with-child, that sex is a no-no. Even when I took my husband Miles to my last check-up, and the doctor said that having sex was fine up until the eighth month, Miles showed no interest. Problem was, my hormones were switched into high gear and I could think of nothing else besides sex. I even resorted to masturbating in the shower after he went to work nearly every day.

Anyway, Marcie's slicked up fingers worked their way down and around each of my thighs and calves and down to my ankles. Then as she worked her way back up, her movements made my legs part a bit more as she worked on the inner thigh. Now I'm not a prude or anything, but I was sure that this woman whom I just met twenty minutes ago was now getting quite a view of my private areas. I thought for a moment about saying something, but the sensation of her expert massage techniques seemed more important than my vanity. Her finger rubbed in a circular motion and I swear she was getting awfully darned close to touching my pussy.

Just then, as her fingers rubbed across the top of my hamstring, I jolted from the sensitive nature of it. Marcie said "Looks like we need to work on loosening that up a bit." As she stroked and stroked across the area right there below my crotch, I could feel the tenderness going away, so Marcie obviously knew what she was doing, but I was now getting concerned that the wetness of my pussy would become obvious. I was also thinking that I had never become aroused by the touch of another woman, if fact, I'd never had any physical contact of this nature before and it worried that I was enjoying it so much.

Marcie kept applying more lotion and the feel of her slick hands caressing my body was becoming almost to the point of orgasmic! I trembled at the thought of having a climax right there on the table and wondered if Marcie was intentionally getting me turned on or if it was my raging hormones to blame? Luckily, Marcie finished her concentrated massage in that area and I took a sigh of relief that an embarrassing situation had been averted.

"How do you feel now Deanna?" Marcie said as she wiped her slick fingers on a towel.

"That was wonderful Marcie, I feel so energized and relaxed at the same time!"

"I'm glad I could help." Marcie said. "Should we schedule you for another appointment next week?"

"Yes, let's do that!" I eagerly responded.

As I drove away, I could feel the juices oozing from my slit and dampening my panties. I started to wonder if I was having lesbian tendencies because Marcie had turned me on so much, or if it was just a really relaxing experience? I tried to block out any sexual images of Marcie and me together and went about my day. I told my husband about getting a lot of relief from the massage and he encouraged me to go regularly. I'm sure that was more out of a desire not to have to do it himself versus a true concern for my uncomfortable situation.

As the week wore on, I found myself getting stiff and sore in my lower back again and I was looking forward to my next appointment with Marcie. The weird thing was, I actually had a dream about making out with Marcie and kissing her passionately! I woke up in a sweat and glanced over to see David sleeping peacefully. I was hoping I wasn't talking in my sleep or something like that to arouse any suspicion with him about my new masseuse. I guess I was toying with the thought of what it would be like if Marcie's manipulations took a sexual turn? It was a mental battle between restraint, lust and curiosity.

As I got dressed the next morning for my massage appointment, even though I was getting big and bulbous in my belly, I decided to slip on some lacy panties and matching bra. "Why am I doing this?" I thought to myself, knowing I was wondering if Marcie would notice my sexy underwear as I disrobed for my treatment. As I drove to Marcie's place, I found myself getting more and more excited! I even found myself rubbing my free hand across my pussy mound through my clothes and wondering if this treatment would arouse me as much as the last time?

My slit was definitely moist as I exited the car in the parking lot and walked to the door of the shop. I was feeling as excited as a high school girl going to her first dance. I entered the front door, Marcie immediately appeared from the back area to greet me.

"Hi Deanna, so good to see you again!" she said as she gave me a polite hug.

"You don't know how much I've been looking forward to this!" I said and Marcie shot me a little sly grin. Did I really mean anything by my comment, or was there a mutual excitement about being together again?