1. Luck Is A Lady


    Date: 6/21/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: SoHuggable, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    neck and shoulders again, stretching me out by pulling me gently by the jaw. ”Lie still,” she said in a whisper. “I’ll wash the oil off my hands.” She returned and gave me the most relaxing scalp massage. It was almost an out-of-body experience. She reached for a boar-bristle hair brush and spent some time gently brushing my hair as it hung down. I exhaled some soft sighs. She paused and produced some body lotion. She moved to my feet and gave another sensuous massage. She held my feet like you’d hold a newborn, inspecting them. She worked the lotion in as she cuddled my instep. She massaged my heels and the balls of my feet. She caressed my toes, one by one. She rubbed some of the lotion onto my nails, rubbing across the tips. “You have nice feet,” she said as she worked. “Thanks,” I murmured in my spell, unable to move. She left my feet, placing them down gently, and started up my legs. She folded the towel up to my thighs and continued. She proceeded further up and then folded the towel again so it covered my torso only, leaving me exposed. “Ooh, let me get this,” she whispered. I was dripping again. She reached for a tissue. She pulled me open and wiped me from south to north. I involuntarily let out a sigh. She pinched my left labium and pulled it to the right and wiped again. She repeated with my right labium. “You have a nice vagina, too,” she whispered as she attempted to hold my slippery lips open. “A sleek and elegant vulva, elastic lips, and a healthy mons ...
    veneris,” she observed as she manipulated me. She still had me by the lips and was pulling left and right, sliding up and down. “Very nice,” Kate said admiringly. I didn’t like the idea of her, or any woman, touching me there but I was incapable of protest. Between my trance-like state, and her soothing touch I was powerless. And I couldn’t deny the fact that I was responding quite favorably to her advances. She slid her fingers to my mound and pulled up, exposing my clitoris. With the fingers on her other hand, she tickled me. My body jerked as if hit by a jolt of electricity. I involuntarily let out a moan as I reached out and held her forearm, my back arched and my body tensed. “Relax, Laura. Take a deep breath and let go of the tension,” Kate said tenderly. I obeyed and settled back down, releasing her arm. “That’s better,” Kate cooed, placing her finger on my spot again. “This will help you relax.” She flicked me up and down and side to side. She toyed with me as she pleased, rubbing my lips, riding her finger up and down my slot, playing peek-a-boo with my clitoris, even giving me some gentle pats. She had total control of my vagina and of me. I was enjoying this too much. It actually felt nice, a woman’s touch in my sensitive parts. It wasn’t sex. It was all done very gently, very respectfully. It was simply part of the massage. She seemed to know exactly what I liked. When I would come near release, she’d stop and change areas, keeping me on the edge. She kept me in this ...
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