#Massage

I love strolling or jogging through the riverside trail just blocks from my apartment. Eager to sculpt my body for the upcoming summer, I decided to push my workout routine that morning. At dawn, I laced up my running shoes, slipped into a snug pair of spandex shorts, a cropped tank top that hugged my curves, and slathered on SPF lotion. As I headed to the trail, I felt the appreciative stares of early risers I passed, their eyes lingering a little too long. My baseball cap kept the rising sun's glare at bay, its golden rays painting the cloudless sky. I started with a brisk walk, letting my muscles warm up before easing into a jog. My thoughts drifted to lazy weekends at Mia's lakeside cabin, skinny-dipping with friends, or sunset barbecues by the shore. The sweat and effort would pay off. Nothing beats feeling confident and strong when the heat hits. Halfway through my lap, I sensed someone matching my stride. Glancing over, I saw Noah, my friend who's a sports therapist. His warm smile lit up his face, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. I suspect he's got a soft spot for me, though he's never said it outright. It doesn't change how easy our friendship feels. We've shared a few heated moments since meeting on this very trail last year - electric, unforgettable encounters. We exchanged quick cheek kisses and a brief hug, his arms lingering just a second. Then he fell into step beside me. He asked if I was training solo and offered to join my workout. It's way more fun exercising with you. I love your energy - I said, flashing a grin. I'm the one who gets to brag, keeping up with someone as gorgeous as you - he replied, his voice teasing. We both chuckled, and I cut in - Okay, enough flattery. I've got calories to torch and muscles to tone. He brought up a friend we'd partied with last fall and mentioned Diego, his former roommate from Brazil who'd moved out recently. After jogging for nearly an hour, we slowed to a walk, breathless and satisfied. Noah tilted his head toward me. - Fancy a massage at my place? I've got those magic hands - he said, winking. I told him I'd stop by later that afternoon. Right then, all I craved was a hot shower to rinse off the sweat-soaked clothes clinging to my skin. As we parted ways, he called out - I'll be waiting, Ava. I'll blend up a killer mango smoothie for you. Count on me showing up. Your hands are pure bliss - I said, meeting his gaze with a playful smirk. We laughed, shared a quick hug, and I felt his lips brush mine in a fleeting kiss before I headed into my building. At home, I indulged in a steamy bath, bubbles frothing around me as I shaved every inch of my body smooth, leaving my skin silky and fresh. I scrubbed thoroughly, wanting to feel pristine for whatever the afternoon might bring. By late afternoon, I arrived at Noah's loft, the sun dipping low. He swung open the door, his grin wide and genuine. - Damn, you look incredible! - he said, his eyes tracing my figure with unabashed admiration. I'd chosen a fitted sundress that skimmed my thighs, its neckline plunging to reveal a hint of cleavage, paired with strappy heels that wrapped around my ankles. I twirled for him, the dress flaring slightly. - Am I up to your standards? - I teased. Noah's laugh was low, his gaze hungry, betraying how much he wanted to close the distance between us. We chatted briefly over iced tea in his airy living room before I excused myself to the bathroom to prep for the massage. Standing before the full-length mirror, I peeled off my dress, my pulse quickening as I debated how to catch Noah off guard. I wanted to ignite something primal in him. After a moment's thought, I decided to stride out bare, save for my heels, their straps accentuating my ankles. My skin tingled with anticipation. I opened the door, expecting to see Noah's jaw drop. Instead, my breath caught. Another man stood beside him, turning to face me. Mortified, I darted back into the bathroom, heart racing. Noah knocked gently, his voice soft. - Ava, can I come in? I clutched a towel to my chest and let him in. - I'm so sorry - he said, his face etched with regret. No, I shouldn't have tried to surprise you like that - I mumbled, cheeks burning. He explained - That's Liam, a colleague who's studying sports therapy. He dropped by to borrow some old textbooks. Don't worry, he's leaving soon. I exhaled, then smirked. - Just tell him I'm your eccentric client who likes to keep things... free-spirited. Noah grinned, relieved, and stepped out. I took a deep breath and followed a minute later, the towel wrapped snugly around me. Liam was younger than I expected, with a shy smile that put me at ease. He apologized profusely for the awkward timing, and I brushed it off with a cheek kiss, settling onto the massage table. Noah nodded at Liam. - Mind helping with her shoes? - Liam glanced at me, hesitant. Go ahead, I'd appreciate it - I said, smiling warmly. Liam knelt, his fingers gentle as he unfastened the straps, his touch careful but sure. Then he stepped back as Noah helped me lie face-down, draping the towel over my lower half. Noah, in loose linen pants and a fitted shirt, began kneading my shoulders, his hands warm and skilled. - You good, Ava? - he asked, his voice soothing. I'm in heaven already - I murmured, sinking into the table. Okay if Liam practices on your other arm? - Noah asked. Bring it on, Liam. Show me what you've got - I said, encouraging him. Liam's hands, slick with oil, started at my wrist, working each finger with surprising finesse. Together, they massaged my arms, their hands gliding up to my neck, easing every knot. I felt like royalty, pampered beyond reason. I'm basically Cleopatra right now, ruling from my throne - I joked, earning laughs from both. Peeking up, I noticed their silhouettes above me, the unmistakable outlines in their pants stirring a heat deep within me. My arousal built as four hands trailed down my spine, their touch firm yet teasing. I imagined myself ensnared by some mythical creature, its tendrils exploring every inch. When they reached the towel, they paused, then shifted to my feet. Their fingers worked my toes, then pressed into my soles, sending ticklish sparks up my legs. My thighs parted slightly, involuntarily, and I wondered if they could see the slickness gathering there. They moved up my calves, stopping just shy of my thighs. Noah's voice was steady. - Ava, I'll need to move the towel to work your glutes properly. Cool with that? You know what you're doing. Go for it - I replied, my voice huskier than intended. The towel vanished, and their oiled hands claimed my hips, kneading deeply. Their fingers grazed the sensitive curve where thigh met cheek, sending jolts through me. When a fingertip brushed my most private spot, my breath hitched, a delicious ache blooming. Just blood flow kicking in - Noah said, his tone professional but laced with something darker. I stayed silent, letting the sensation wash over me. He signaled for me to roll over. Face-up, I felt exposed, vulnerable, and thrillingly alive. They started at my feet again, then my ankles, pausing at my knees. My arousal was undeniable now, my skin flushed and slick. Their pants did little to hide their own excitement, the fabric straining. Noah moved to my chest, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they pebbled under his touch. Liam stayed at my knees, his fingers trembling slightly. I reached for Noah, my hand finding the hard ridge beneath his pants, squeezing firmly. He groaned, leaning down to capture my lips in a searing kiss, his teeth grazing my lower lip. I pulled him closer, whispering against his ear - I'm dripping for you. I need you both, right now, no clothes. His eyes darkened with desire. He stepped back, shedding his clothes with urgent grace. Liam followed, his movements less certain but eager. In moments, they stood bare, their arousal evident, their bodies lean and taut. They closed in, hands roaming my breasts, teasing my nipples to aching points. I reached for them, guiding their lengths to my lips, tasting their saltiness in brief, hungry pulls as their fingers explored my slick folds, circling my swollen bud until I gasped and arched. They eased me to the floor, a soft blanket beneath me. Noah knelt between my thighs, parting them wide. He entered me slowly, his thickness stretching me, each deliberate thrust grazing my clit. The friction built a fire in my core, and I shattered, my cries echoing as waves of pleasure crashed through me, my body trembling uncontrollably. Liam, stroking himself beside me, dragged his tip across my parted lips. His control faltered, and he spilled across my cheek, warm and sudden, his breath ragged. Noah's rhythm didn't waver, his hips rolling with precision. Another climax tore through me, louder this time, my nails digging into the blanket. He gripped my breasts, thrusting deeper, then tensed, his release flooding me with heat as he groaned my name. Liam slipped away to the bathroom, his footsteps quiet. Noah rolled to my side, pulling me close so I lay across his chest, our slick skin pressed together. My fluids mingled with his, dripping onto his hips as he traced lazy circles on my back. We stayed there, basking in the quiet intimacy, until he murmured - Shower time? We could use a refresh. I nodded, grinning, eager to wash away Liam's sticky mark from my face. Noah helped me stand, leading me to his spacious bathroom. Warm water cascaded over us, rinsing every trace of our exertion. He kissed me deeply, his lips lingering on mine before trailing to my breasts, sucking gently until my nipples stood firm. His hands slid over my curves, rekindling the ache between my thighs. My core throbbed, lips swollen and ready. His arousal pressed against my belly, hard again. After toweling off, he scooped me up, carrying me to his bed. The room was softly lit, scented with cedar and musk. I parted my lips, voice low. - Give me you, Noah. I want to taste you again. He didn't hesitate, straddling me, guiding himself to my mouth. I took him deep, his length hitting the back of my throat, making my eyes water and my jaw ache deliciously. Saliva spilled as I worked him, savoring his low moans. Then he shifted, burying his face between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my folds, circling my clit with maddening precision before dipping lower, teasing my tighter entrance. I floated, lost in a haze of pleasure, my hips bucking against his mouth. He flipped me onto my knees, gripping my hips. He entered my core from behind, his thrusts deep and forceful, each one hitting a spot that made me gasp. I pushed back, meeting him, the room filled with the sound of our skin colliding. My climax built fast, erupting in a scream as I clenched around him, my body shaking. He slowed, then withdrew, his tip nudging my other entrance. I tensed, then relaxed, trusting him. He pressed forward, gentle but insistent, the stretch burning until he was fully seated. He moved slowly at first, then faster, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of pressure and pleasure. His fingers found my clit, circling until I came again, a raw, unexpected orgasm that left me gasping. He followed, his release warm and deep, his groan vibrating through me. I collapsed, my body buzzing, a faint sting lingering. Noah lay beside me, catching his breath. - Smoothie time? - he panted, a lazy grin spreading across his face. We burst into laughter, tangled in the sheets, the promise of mango and relaxation waiting just beyond the bedroom door.

I'd just settled into my own place, a small but cozy apartment in a quiet neighborhood. Independence had always been my thing, and after hustling to secure a stable job, I finally had the means to live solo. The thrill of it was still fresh. A few weeks in, I invited my mom over to see the place and get her take on it. It was a warm Sunday evening, and she called to check if I needed anything for her visit. I told her I had everything covered, but she insisted she might bring a little something anyway. Around 7 p.m., the buzzer sounded. I opened the door to find Mom looking radiant in a deep blue sundress that hugged her curves, paired with strappy sandals. Her hair was swept up, and she carried a casual elegance that made her stand out. She'd brought a bag of food despite my protests - a spread of fresh bread, cheeses, and some chocolate tarts from a local patisserie she knew I loved. The sight of those tarts alone had me salivating. She stepped inside, fanning herself. " - It's like an oven out there, - " she said, her cheeks flushed from the heat. " - Could you grab me some water, hon? - " I nodded and hurried to the kitchen, but in my haste, I fumbled the glass as I handed it to her. Water splashed across her chest, soaking the front of her dress. The fabric clung to her, outlining her black lace bra and dampening the skirt below. I burst out laughing at the mess I'd made, and she joined in, shaking her head. " - Oh, you've drenched me, sweetheart! - " she teased, still chuckling. I grabbed a towel and, trying to be helpful, dabbed at her chest, maybe lingering a bit too long. She raised an eyebrow but smiled. " - Careful, you're gonna make it worse, - " she said playfully. I stepped back, embarrassed, as she peeled off the damp dress, revealing her bra and the way her skirt still clung to her hips. " - This bra's a favorite, - " I blurted out, instantly cringing at my boldness. She laughed, covering herself with the dress, and said, " - Flatterer. I'm hopping in the shower to clean up. " She left the dress draped over a chair, and I tried to scrub the water stain out, but it was hopeless. The sound of the shower running filled the apartment, and my mind wandered. That glimpse of her in her bra had stirred something in me - curiosity, maybe more. I knew I shouldn't, but I found myself drifting toward the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and the shower curtain wasn't fully closed. I peeked in, catching sight of her silhouette through the steam, her hands gliding over her body as she washed her hair. I stepped closer, too drawn in to stop, but the floor creaked, and her eyes snapped to mine. She gasped, yanking the curtain shut. " - I, uh, brought you a towel! - " I stammered, holding one up like a shield. She peeked out, her expression softening into a smile. " - Thanks, you're too sweet, - " she said, and I left the towel on the counter, retreating with my heart pounding. By the time we sat down to eat, she'd changed into one of my old t-shirts and a pair of shorts she'd packed. The casual look only made her more striking. As we shared the bread and cheese, I told her how much her visit meant, how the apartment felt warmer with her there. She leaned back, sipping wine, and admitted she'd been thinking of staying a few days. " - I'd love that, - " I said. " - Stay as long as you want. - " Her eyes softened, and she confided that since her split from Dad, she'd felt isolated. I reached for her hand. " - I'm here for you, whatever you need." She squeezed my hand, her voice low. " - You've always been my rock." We finished dinner, her gaze lingering on me with a tenderness that felt new. I cleared the plates while she stretched out on the couch, her legs bare and relaxed. I brought her a mug of herbal tea, and as she thanked me, I noticed her painted toenails - a bright, summery pink. Feeling bold, I said, " - You look so at ease like this, just chilling. - " She laughed, a faint blush on her cheeks. I nodded at her feet. " - Those nails are on point. Bet you could do some fancy footwork with them. - " She wiggled her toes, giggling, and shot back, " - Oh, you'd be surprised. - " We clinked glasses, toasting to good company. On a whim, I offered a foot massage, and her eyes lit up. " - I'd never say no to that, - " she said, settling back. I started with her feet, her skin soft and warm under my hands. As I worked, she sighed, her body loosening. I moved to her calves, and she shifted, lying face-down on the couch. Her shorts rode up slightly, revealing the curve of her thighs and the edge of her red underwear. The sight sent a jolt through me, and I tried to focus on the massage, but the air felt charged. My hands glided higher, kneading her calves, and I could feel her relax further, her breaths deepening. I was hyper-aware of my own excitement, discreetly adjusting myself to hide it. Testing the waters, I pressed a soft kiss to her ankle, and she let out a quiet hum. Emboldened, I kissed her toes, and her hum became a soft moan. My hands slid up her thighs, and I glanced at her - she was watching me, her lips parted, her eyes heavy with something unspoken. The room grew warmer, her moans more frequent as I kissed her feet again, lingering on each toe. Our eyes met, and she bit her lip, a silent invitation. She rolled onto her back, her voice soft. " - Come here, lie with me. - " I slid beside her, our bodies close, and I kissed her shoulder, my hand brushing her chest. The t-shirt was thin, and I could feel she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples firm under my touch. She guided my hand to her breast, gasping as I squeezed gently, her body arching into mine. I kissed her neck, savoring her warmth, and she tilted her head, giving me more access. Her hand found mine, guiding it lower, under the waistband of her shorts. Her underwear was damp, and the discovery sent a surge of heat through me. I hesitated, but she pressed my hand closer, her breath hitching. " - Don't stop, - " she whispered. I kissed her deeply, our lips meeting with a hunger that surprised us both. She tasted faintly of wine, her tongue teasing mine as she pulled me closer. I tugged her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts, and took one in my mouth, circling her nipple with my tongue. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. She yanked my shirt off, her hands exploring my chest before undoing my jeans. Her touch was electric as she freed me, stroking slowly, her eyes locked on mine. I slid her shorts and underwear off, kissing down her stomach until I reached her core. She was slick and warm, and I took my time, tasting her, teasing her with slow licks and gentle sucks. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking against me as I slipped a finger inside, curling it to find the spot that made her gasp. She pulled me up, her lips crashing into mine, and guided me to her mouth. Her tongue swirled around me, deliberate and intense, her hand working in rhythm. I groaned, barely holding on. " - I need you, - " she murmured, and I positioned myself above her. She wrapped her legs around me, guiding me inside. The sensation was overwhelming - tight, warm, and perfect. She moved with me, her hips meeting every thrust, her nails digging into my back. I leaned down, kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples as she moaned my name. We shifted, and I turned her onto her stomach, entering her again from behind. The angle was deeper, and her moans turned to cries of pleasure. I gripped her hips, moving faster, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. She reached back, her hand on my thigh, urging me on. " - Harder, - " she gasped, and I obliged, feeling her tighten around me. Her breaths came in short, desperate bursts, and I felt her shudder, her body trembling as she came, her moans echoing in the quiet apartment. I was close, the intensity pushing me to the edge. I pulled out just in time, finishing across her lower back, my own release leaving me breathless. We collapsed together, her laughter soft and warm as she nestled against me. It was a night neither of us would forget, a perfect, unexpected connection in the glow of my new home.

My visit to the intimate hairdresser Recently, a new hairdresser opened in our town who also offers intimate hairstyles as a specialty. After thinking about it for a while, my curiosity got the better of me and I made an appointment. Freshly showered and moisturized, I made my way to my first intimate shave by a stranger. I was a little nervous when I entered the salon. After all, it's not every day that you present your pussy to a complete stranger. I gave my name and the time of my appointment; I skillfully kept quiet about what the appointment was for, as there were some customers in the waiting area who I didn't necessarily want to tell that I was about to drop my panties. I sat down on a free chair and leafed through a magazine. After a few minutes, a young woman came out of the back of the salon, which was partitioned off by a curtain. She smiled meaningfully and I thought to myself that she had probably just had an intimate shave and was now relieved. Instead of heading for the exit, however, she came up to me and asked me if I was Sarah. I nodded and she continued: "So we have a date now. Are you coming with me? " I had to swallow, the intimate hairdresser was a woman. I hadn't expected that. I got all tingly. I walked behind her through the curtain and was able to look at her beautiful body and her long blonde hair. Women have always had a great attraction for me. So far it had never gone beyond a kiss, but in my imagination I had already done the wildest things with women. And now I wanted a woman to touch my pussy. And this woman was also very attractive. The thought made me very hot. As if in a trance, I followed the instructions of the woman, who had now introduced herself as Tina. She asked me to take off my jeans and panties and take a seat in a chair that reminded me a lot of my gynecologist's chair. Just like at the gynecologist's, I sat in a chair that had cups for my legs on both sides, but I had the feeling that the cups were even further apart here, so that my thighs were extremely spread out. Probably so that Tina had enough room to work. While Tina began to wash my intimate area with fragrant warm water, she asked me if this was my first shave. I said yes and smiled sheepishly. Then Tina chatted about this and that, but I couldn't follow what she was saying because her touch was making me more and more nervous. I tried to relax and think about something completely different. But I only succeeded for a short time until Tina began to generously cover the area around my pussy with foam, which she then massaged in extensively with a brush. In the heat of the moment, she kept touching my labia with the brush and I had to control myself so that I didn't flinch. After a while, her question penetrated my now rather foggy mind: "Well, how would you like it? Completely shaved, or a stripe or a certain pattern? " I had already decided in advance that I only wanted to leave a narrow triangle and told Tina this. "Very nice" Tina replied, and I wasn't sure if she meant my choice or my pussy, the way she looked between my legs with a smile. But before my fantasies could run away with me again, Tina asked the next question "Would you like to have the anus area shaved too? It's nicer, then everything there is completely hairless and soft." I agreed and Tina began to spread the foam in my crack, pulling my ass cheeks wide apart with one hand and brushing vigorously over my anus. I bit my tongue so that no moans escaped my lips. This woman had no idea how much her touch turned me on and that she was doing something I had always imagined in my fantasies. Then she started shaving. First along the edge of my thighs, over the mound of Venus, then more and more inwards, over my labia majora. To get better access between the small folds of skin, she took my labia minora between her fingers and pulled them slightly to the side. I could have screamed out loud at the feeling... This procedure took some time and she repeatedly intervened with her hands to help. After the blade had passed through the crack of my ass a few times, she felt my whole genital area with her fingers again and said with a grin: "Let's see if there's a hair left standing." She ran her fingers over my mons veneris, then glided over my labia and then stroked my anus. At that moment, I wished her fingers would slip through the foam! I could hardly think about anything else. "Everything is beautifully clean! " she said and began to wash the foam off me with a damp cloth. "And now for some relaxation, " were her next words. She took a bottle of lotion and spread it in her hands. "Just close your eyes and enjoy, " she said to me. How could I enjoy it when her every touch almost made me explode? Nevertheless, I closed my eyes and felt how she spread the lotion around my pussy with her hands and began to massage it in with her fingertips. It was an indescribable feeling to lie in front of this woman with my legs spread wide and to be massaged by her in my intimate area. All that was missing was for her to continue her massage inside me, I thought to myself... Tina suddenly stopped her massage. I opened my eyes and saw her grabbing a tissue. "I have to wipe your juice away, otherwise I'll leak" she said with a very cheeky grin. I turned red. So that meant it had started leaking out of me from sheer lust. I was very embarrassed. Tina saw that I was embarrassed and said, "You don't need to be uncomfortable, it happens to many women because the feeling is so nice and the body simply reacts to it or because they find it exciting to be touched by another woman down there." "Yes, that's right, " I replied. And Tina continued, "Oh, by the way, if you like it that much and want more, we have a few specials on the menu. Would you like to take a look? " I nodded and Tina handed me a sheet with SPECIALS FOR WOMEN written in large letters. In addition to the prices for different types of intimate shaving, there was also information on intimate massages with and without toys, anus massages with and without toys, breast massages and full body massages. Behind each description was an asterisk, which reappeared at the end of the sheet and read "*no orgasm guarantee" I could hardly believe it, had I really read correctly? Here in the back room of a hairdressing salon, a woman could be satisfied by another woman? Hard to believe! I was shocked on the one hand, but thrilled on the other. Above all, I could feel my arousal getting stronger and stronger. Tina noticed this, of course, and said "If you like any of this, I could give you a little free treatment today, as you're a new customer and I don't have an appointment today anyway." I was completely confused, could hardly think properly because I was so horny and just asked "What kind of toy is that? " "I'd be happy to show you, " said Tina and opened a drawer. From the chair I could see that there was an insane amount of dildos in various shapes, lengths and diameters and a few other things that I couldn't really see from here. Tina asked "How do you like it? More vaginal or clitoral? More gentle or more intense? More thick or thin? More in front or behind? " Wow, so many questions and then so direct. I replied "Um, can you repeat that again slowly, that was too many questions? " So Tina repeated her questioning: "More vaginal or cliotral? " "Both" "More gentle or more violent? " "Hm, both too, although I'd actually prefer a bit more forceful" "More thick or thin? " "Rather a little thicker" "More at the front or also at the back? " "Also both, but not so thick at the back" Tina rummaged in the drawer and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter in anticipation. When Tina turned around and looked between my legs, she smiled at me and said "Well, we can save the lube with you, as wet as you are. Very nice... Just spread a little more." And she ran her fingers between my labia and began to spread my moisture all over my pussy and down to my anus. As she did so, she took hold of me and pushed her fingers inside me a little to get even more moisture. I couldn't hold back and automatically thrust my pelvis towards her. She understood immediately and pushed her fingers deeper inside me. She slid her fingers back and forth inside me a few times and then left them inside me while she reached into the drawer with her other hand. The whole situation was so unrealistic and exciting that I was sure I would wake up from one of my lesbian dreams at any moment. I realized again that I wasn't dreaming when Tina took her fingers out of my pussy and inserted a rather thick dildo instead. I felt wonderfully filled, leaned back and enjoyed every thrust she made with it. At first she only pushed the dildo in and out gently, but soon her rhythm became faster and more violent. I moaned and could only vaguely remember that we were behind the curtain of a hairdressing salon and that the customers outside would hear me if I was too loud. So I tried to hold back although I would have liked to scream out loud. With a "Is that okay? " Tina asked if I liked what she was doing. "Oh yes, " I replied, breathing heavily. And then her game continued, the dildo slipped in and out and I felt like I was going to explode at any moment. However, Tina had more plans for me and reached into her drawer again. The next thing I felt was her holding a vibrator to my clitoris and this time I couldn't help but let out a sharp moan. Tina smiled with satisfaction and let the vibrator dance on my clitoris. If I hadn't been so tense because of the unusual situation, I would have come by now at the latest, because I also like to do myself with a vibrator on my clit and usually climax very quickly with it. But at the moment I was glad that my tension meant that my orgasm was still a long time coming so that I could enjoy Tina's art even longer. She pushed the nice thick dildo deep inside me and I could clearly hear the smacking sound that the juice from my pussy was making, while my clit got plumper and plumper under the vibrator and I felt like I was about to burst. In my head, I imagined Tina bending over me and playing with my clit with her tongue. In my mind's eye, I saw her naked, her firm, full breasts with pointed, hard nipples, her perfectly shaved pussy glistening wet with lust. I fantasized that she would put all her toys aside and instead put her fingers in my pussy, first two, then three, then four, until finally almost her whole hand was inside me. My labia would tighten around her fingers and my juice would slide in and out. At the same time, she would put her lips over my clit, suck on it and let her tongue play with it more and more vigorously. And I would touch her too, leaning forward to reach for her beautiful breasts dangling in front of me and rub her nipples between my fingers. I fantasized that she would climb onto the chair with me, turn around so that her completely bare pussy was right above my head and I could stick my tongue into her wet heights. She tasted wonderful and I would eagerly suck on her labia while my fingernails clawed into her plump ass muscles. Then she would reach into her drawer and pull out two nice thick dildos, one of which she would hand to me and the other she would immediately insert into my pussy as far as it would go. I would also let the dildo slide deep into her with relish and we would quickly find a rhythm together. Interrupted by our tongue play, the thrusting would get harder and harder. "Yes, fuck me! " it escaped me. And in the next moment I realized that I hadn't just thought it, but had said it out loud - or rather moaned it. I opened my eyes, startled and unsure. But Tina just smiled at me and said, "Gladly! ". And this time she didn't reach into her drawer but pulled a strap-on dildo out of her handbag, which she skillfully strapped on, stood between my spread legs, wordlessly inserted it into me and began to thrust deep into my pussy. Our movements became faster and faster and more violent, I thrust my pelvis towards her, she gripped the sides of my thighs and the smacking sound of the dildo was accompanied by my suppressed moans. Then all I could feel was my body reaching climax in an endless twitch and I let myself fall back, dazed and satisfied. Tina pulled the dildo out of my pussy, gently kissed my mound of Venus and grinned with satisfaction. She let me enjoy the after-effects in peace for a few more minutes while she put the used toy away. It was quiet in the room and I was unsure how I should feel now. I had never experienced anything like it - not even in my wildest fantasies. I slowly climbed off the chair, put my briefs and jeans back on and didn't know what to say. "You know, normally I really only do shaves and massages, but I just couldn't resist you! I hope to see you again soon - preferably outside office hours, " Tina broke the silence. I breathed a sigh of relief, because there was nothing I wanted more than to see Tina again and then touch her body. "Absolutely! " I exclaimed. And when Tina turned to me, we looked deep into each other's eyes and, as if by magic, our lips came together in a wonderful kiss, our tongues played wildly with each other and we would have loved to fall over each other right there and then. Instead, we exchanged phone numbers and made a date for the weekend. Before I disappeared through the curtain, I turned back to Tina and said, "See you soon, I'm looking forward to it! And bring something nice from your drawer! " I whispered to her.

We both (Tina, 23, and Lukas, 26) often have a great desire for other people's skin. That's why we also look for that special thrill on vacation trips. We always book a room in these adults-only hotels in Egypt or Turkey. Children are not allowed there, the minimum age is usually 16 years old. These hotels are not only popular with older and tourists who love peace and quiet, but also among swingers. After dark, the party starts on many balconies. It's easy to make very horny acquaintances. In our favorite hotel in Turkey, the partition walls between the balconies and the neighbors are transparent. After we had lots of sex on the balcony on the first evening balcony, there were already invitations from left and right. It was another very horny week with lots of sex with various hotel guests. See and be seen is the motto on such occasions. The temperatures in the evening are only bearable to endure naked. And with such great views as in these hotels, I like to stand on the balustrade of the balcony and look around. To the left, right, above and below and, depending on the location of the hotel, sometimes even opposite you can see other guests, say hello or wave to each other. Then Lukas usually takes notice, gets up from his chair and stands behind me. He quickly grabs my breasts with both hands, massages and kneads them. I push my bottom backwards. It never takes long for his cock to grow and get harder and harder. At the same time, my pussy gets wetter and wetter and Lukas sticks his stick deep inside. The interested neighbors notice what we're up to by our movements or my "noises" at the latest. Their reactions are always very clear. During our last visit, our immediate neighbors were a married couple my parents' age and two male friends. We spent an evening in each of the two neighboring rooms. Unfortunately, our suggestion of a six-way encounter failed because of the husband. He was interested in swapping wives, but didn't want to watch his sweetheart being fucked by three strangers' cocks. What a pityThis vacation last fall, however, we took it even further. We also always enjoy getting a massage at the hotel. Only male masseurs work at our favorite hotel, which Lukas doesn't mind and I certainly don't mind. We had booked a massage for every other day, I always booked full-body massages. How does a woman show up for a full-body massage? In a bikini, in a swimsuit, in underwear? I don't know how others do it. For me, a full-body massage is for the whole body. So I was always completely naked under my bathrobe. My masseur was visibly surprised the first time when he asked me to lie down on the massage table and I took off my bathrobe. He probably hadn't expected a completely naked body, but he was professional enough to take this unfamiliar sight in his stride. It started with the back massage and he also had the courage to include my bottom. Although I spread my legs appropriately, he left the insides of my thighs untouched. Even when I was lying on my back, he didn't touch my breasts. He could have asked, but I guess he didn't have the courage. He had obviously never seen such a "shocking" sight from a customer. When I showed up naked for my next appointment, my masseur became braver. No inch of my body was left out. My breasts were massaged, lying on my back and stomach, the insides of my thighs were vigorously worked up to my labia. I could already feel myself getting wet and the masseur would certainly not have missed it. A few times I could feel how, as he stroked me with his palms, one or other of his fingers landed "purely by chance" between my labia, which were already very swollen. The third time, he told me that his two colleagues were begging him to swap places with him. But he refused. So his massages of my body were already a topic of conversation between the three masseurs. I found that remarkable. When I told my boyfriend, he immediately knew how horny I was. He took the opportunity the next day to talk to the three masseurs on his own. I didn't know the other two yet. He asked her if all five of us would like to meet up outside the hotel and have some fun. At the next massage appointment, my masseur told me that a friend of his has a massage studio where the five of us can go. However, he will probably want to be there if he lets us use his rooms. We didn't really care about one man more or less. If anything, it made it even more appealing to me. So we agreed and arranged a time the following afternoon. The studio was at the end of the street and you couldn't miss it. The three masseurs from our hotel were already waiting at the entrance when Lukas and I arrived. Although I didn't know the other two yet, they were already greeting me with kisses on the left and kisses on the right. The weather was still very warm for mid-October. That's why I was only wearing a loose white T-shirt with nothing underneath. Her bra and panties had been left in the hotel room. One of the masseurs had probably already noticed that. He immediately reached his hand under my shirt and onto my bare bottom while kissing me. Very brave, I thought. But very soon he would have a lot more. The owner of the studio then opened the door for us and immediately pulled my long T-shirt over my head as he greeted us. We weren't even fully inside the building yet. It came as a surprise to me, but it wasn't unpleasant. When the horniness is right, I don't need any time to get going. Just a few seconds later, I was lying on a massage table with my legs spread wide apart and all five guys were naked too. They then spent well over an hour on me, first simultaneously, then alternately. I had their cocks in my mouth, my pussy and my bottom again and again. Lukas doesn't like anal that much, it sometimes hurts him. That's why his cock is always in my pussy during the "double decker", while another one opens my "back door". That afternoon, I still had a third cock in my mouth and two more in my hands. After all five men had squirted their juice into a condom or into my mouth once, each of them needed a short break. So they took turns for the next few minutes. However, I was "busy" without interruption. I like to test my limits and this was another such opportunity. The owner of the studio had a very dominant manner that was almost borderline for my previous experiences. When I was sucking his very large cock, he kept holding my head so tightly and pressing it down on his abdomen that it made me choke again and again. That made him hornier and hornier. Later he also rammed his club into my bottom so hard that I had never experienced it before. He would also have liked to tie me to one of the massage tables, but I didn't want that. But all in all, it was a really great experience for both Lukas and me. We would actually be back in this hotel now, but unfortunately the pandemic has stopped us. Even the swingers' clubs that we like to visit regularly are still closed. We regret that very much. But we have made private contacts and will have a lot of fun at some private parties in Cologne and Amsterdam over the next few weeks. We will be spending the first two weeks of August there.