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Speaker 1: their business, Suzanne and Natasha have had nothing but stress.
Speaker 1: Gone of the relaxing days of running the Latin lit
Speaker 1: bookstore they both loved passionately. Now it was all long
Speaker 1: meetings with accountants. Suzanne could feel her mind collapsing under
Speaker 1: the stress. But when her business partner and friend suggests
Speaker 1: her own solution to the problems, Suzanne's mind becomes a
Speaker 1: turmoil of shock and curiosity. Could this really work or
Speaker 1: will it just destroy the last remnants of their business relationship. Hi,
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Speaker 1: The minutes on the clock on the office wall clicked
Speaker 1: laboriously around, killing the minutes of yet another Friday evening.
Speaker 1: Suzanne sighed deeply as she watched the clock and her
Speaker 1: life ticking by. Already come seven, another four o'clock meeting
Speaker 1: that was meant to only last an hour, and yet
Speaker 1: here they were, when her and Natasha had sold a
Speaker 1: share of the business to investors. This sort of life
Speaker 1: hadn't figured in their plans. They had thought it would
Speaker 1: stay being fun. Of course, they realized that having investors
Speaker 1: involved would mean some changes, but they hadn't realized that
Speaker 1: their little coffee and bookshop would become so well corporate.
Speaker 1: The male voices around the table droned on as if
Speaker 1: they were somehow enjoying the prerogatory of working so late
Speaker 1: on a Friday. Suzanne had given up listening to exactly
Speaker 1: what they were saying an hour before, and now was
Speaker 1: only trying to plan how she could salvage what remained
Speaker 1: of the weekend in the back of her mind. Eventually,
Speaker 1: the voices seemed to come to an end, and the
Speaker 1: gray suits at the table stood on mass and began
Speaker 1: filing out of the room, leaving just Souon and Natasha
Speaker 1: looking over the board table at each other in disbelief.
Speaker 1: It wasn't that anything bad was happening, unless you considered
Speaker 1: the heart and soul of Latin lit being dragged painfully
Speaker 1: from its corpse bad in unison, The two ladies looked
Speaker 1: at each other from across the shiny veneer of the table.
Speaker 1: This stress is killing me. This isn't what we planned,
Speaker 1: Suzanne ventured, after the office door slid shut. How do
Speaker 1: you deal with it, Natasha? You love this business as
Speaker 1: much as I do. It must be killing you too,
Speaker 1: Suzanne asked in a pained voice. For a moment, Natasha
Speaker 1: just looked sheepish, her gaze falling and her cheeks reddening
Speaker 1: with a subtle embarrassment. Well, she started a couple of
Speaker 1: weeks ago, I discovered this man with magic hands, and
Speaker 1: every Friday night I go for a massage after these meetings,
Speaker 1: and it really makes a difference to my stress levels.
Speaker 1: For a moment, Suzanne really didn't know what to say.
Speaker 1: She'd known Natasha for years, and out of the two
Speaker 1: of them, she had always seen the most prudish, so
Speaker 1: the thought of her letting a strange man put his
Speaker 1: hands on her body seemed so alien. Natasha shuffled some
Speaker 1: paperwork on the desk before raising it to hide her
Speaker 1: face as she whispered, why don't you come with me?
Speaker 1: It will really help. Suzanne opened her mouth, trying to
Speaker 1: find words to explain that she wasn't sure of both
Speaker 1: women being in the same room together in just their
Speaker 1: underwear was the best thing for their business relationship. She
Speaker 1: was even more shocked when she heard her lips utter sure,
Speaker 1: why not? In what could only be described as a trance,
Speaker 1: Suzanne collected her paperwork, packed a briefcase, and joined her
Speaker 1: business partner. As she left the office, following her through
Speaker 1: the empty bookstore and into the dimming light of the
Speaker 1: evening sun as they braved the sea of pedestrians that
Speaker 1: went about their business outside. Eventually, the two women found
Speaker 1: themselves at the entrance of a non descript hel salon,
Speaker 1: the warm lights from within casting an inviting glow onto
Speaker 1: the gray of the sidewalk. Natasha just turned and smiled
Speaker 1: reassuringly towards Suzanne as she pushed the door open, to
Speaker 1: be heralded by a gentle ring of a bell holding
Speaker 1: it open. Suzanne followed her into the warm waiting room beyond.
Speaker 1: A young man appeared from the back room and smiled
Speaker 1: warmly Natasha in recognition as he wrapped his arms around
Speaker 1: her and gave her a friendly hug before saying, Natasha,
Speaker 1: good to see you again, and you bought a friend. Yes,
Speaker 1: I have. She could really do with your magic touch, Warren,
Speaker 1: can you fit her in? Natasha replied in a surprisingly
Speaker 1: upbe voice. The young man, who Susanne presumed was called Warren,
Speaker 1: turned and walked towards the open diary laid on the
Speaker 1: wooden desk at the side of the room, before taking
Speaker 1: a shadow breath in and saying I do have other
Speaker 1: clients in this evening, but if you don't mind sharing
Speaker 1: the room and me getting my assistant to help, then
Speaker 1: I'm sure we can satisfy your need. Natasha turned to
Speaker 1: face Suzanne, who was unable to speak at all, and
Speaker 1: she just nodded in agreement. Natasha wanting to share a
Speaker 1: room she hadn't even volunteered to share hotel rooms when
Speaker 1: they had been on business trips, let alone in such
Speaker 1: a personal manner. Just smiling gently and turning to face
Speaker 1: Warren again, Natasha simply said, okay, that sounds great, before
Speaker 1: following him through the door at the back of the
Speaker 1: room along a well lit corridor decorated with sensual images
Speaker 1: of men and women relaxing in the beauty of nature. Eventually,
Speaker 1: he stopped at the door, turning the handle and letting
Speaker 1: it slide open. He held his hand up in a
Speaker 1: gesture of invitation before saying, just in case you've forgotten, Natasha,
Speaker 1: change in here. There are plenty of roads for both
Speaker 1: of you. I will prepare the adjoining room with the
Speaker 1: second massage bed. Just you and your friend come through
Speaker 1: whenever you are ready. The door swung shut, and Suzanne
Speaker 1: just looked with disbelief at Natasha, who had already slipped
Speaker 1: off her suit jacket and placed it on a hanger
Speaker 1: and was unbuttoning her shirt as if this was the
Speaker 1: most normal, natural thing to do. Hesitantly unbuttoning her own shirt,
Speaker 1: she found herself watching Natasha curiously, as if seeing the
Speaker 1: woman for the very first time, almost expecting leather lingerie
Speaker 1: to be hidden beneath her. Starched off his suit, Suzanne
Speaker 1: was almost disappointed to really that she wore a very
Speaker 1: normal cotton bra, which she unfastened with remarkable ease. With
Speaker 1: Suzanne so close to her. Releasing her own bra, Suzanne
Speaker 1: was surprised to realize how comfortable she felt. It is
Speaker 1: not like another woman had never seen her breast before,
Speaker 1: but she had never expected to undress in front of Natasha.
Speaker 1: Grateful both women were of a similar age and showed
Speaker 1: the same ravages of time, she slipped her skirt over
Speaker 1: her thighs. Suzanne suddenly wondered whether she should be leaving
Speaker 1: her panties on for the massage, suddenly conscious that she
Speaker 1: hadn't had a lady to remp for over a week.
Speaker 1: After all, she was single, so who would ever know
Speaker 1: but her looking for a cue from Natasha. Suzanne watched
Speaker 1: Natasha slid her own skirt over her legs, repressing her gasps,
Speaker 1: she realized Natasha wasn't wearing any panties at all. She
Speaker 1: had been sat in the office with her all day,
Speaker 1: with the breeze blowing up from the bookstore below, her
Speaker 1: pussy exposed to its gentle kiss. Knowing this now was
Speaker 1: something she would have a perpetual image of every time
Speaker 1: they sat in the meeting together, Suzanne felt a tingle
Speaker 1: between her thighs and the curiosity of how that would
Speaker 1: feel to be naked beneath her skirt whilst engaged in
Speaker 1: serious business meetings. Following her lead, Suzanne slipped her cotton
Speaker 1: panties down her thighs, comfortable with herself as she noticed
Speaker 1: Natasha was even less trimm than her. The two ladies
Speaker 1: took their ropes from the hangers and placed them over
Speaker 1: their naked bodies before Natasha turned to Suzanne and said,
Speaker 1: you'll love this. Just go with it. It will do
Speaker 1: wonders for your stress, and then turning, she opened the
Speaker 1: door to the adjoining room and Suzanne followed her through,
Speaker 1: a little unsure about what she meant, soft, relaxing music
Speaker 1: played echoed gently around the room. Beyond the warm glow
Speaker 1: of candles, and an atmospheric downlight bathed two massage beds
Speaker 1: in an inviting light. The fragrance of warm massage or
Speaker 1: drifted in the air, helping Suzanne to relax with just
Speaker 1: the hint of its smell. On the other side of
Speaker 1: the room, Warren was stood with a broad smile, and
Speaker 1: next to him a slightly older gentleman. He was taller,
Speaker 1: maybe three inches taller than Wren, and much broader. Beneath
Speaker 1: his white tunics, Suzanne noticed movements of his muscles. Not
Speaker 1: the muscles of a gym bunny who did nothing but
Speaker 1: locked himself in the mirror as he worked out, but
Speaker 1: the muscles of a mature man who had taken care
Speaker 1: of his body more than most. Presumably the tunic had
Speaker 1: been designed for someone a little shorter, as it barely
Speaker 1: covered the waist of his white linen pants, leaving little
Speaker 1: to the imagination. Beneath the flowing white material, Warren stepped forward,
Speaker 1: holding out his hand in a now familiar gesture of
Speaker 1: invitation as it hovered over the please take your robes off,
Speaker 1: and laid face down on the beds. Marcus will help me,
Speaker 1: as there are two of you, he said, with a
Speaker 1: smile that seemed to simply stretch from ear to ear.
Speaker 1: A little cautiously, Suzanne slipped out of her robe and
Speaker 1: quickly laid face down on the bed, ensuring her Ladygarden
Speaker 1: was suitably hidden, conscious of how much silly light might
Speaker 1: be exposed by her naked ass, she sighed in relief
Speaker 1: when she felt the soft touch of a towel across
Speaker 1: her ass had ANDed over the top of her thighs,
Speaker 1: a little surprised when she realized that one of the
Speaker 1: men turned a fan on at the bottom of the beds,
Speaker 1: his gentle touch caress in the inside of her thighs
Speaker 1: in the most indecent manner. Turning her head, she looked
Speaker 1: toward Natasha for reassurance they were doing the right thing.
Speaker 1: Her business partner and friend, realizing her doubt, raised her
Speaker 1: hand and squeezed Suzanne's in comfort as she smiled gently
Speaker 1: before saying, relax, this will be fantastic. I would do
Speaker 1: it more often if I had the time. Suzanne released
Speaker 1: her friend's hand, pulling her own back beneath her head
Speaker 1: as she felt the first warm caress of massagel down
Speaker 1: her spine. Strong thumbs pressed the oil up her back.
Speaker 1: Her eyes closed, and she moaned gently as she could
Speaker 1: feel her own tension beneath his touch. His fingers circled
Speaker 1: her shoulder blades, gently electrifying the nerves, before he pressed
Speaker 1: down with the heel of his hands, spreading relaxation through
Speaker 1: her back. Essentially, his fingers traced the warm oil over
Speaker 1: her neck, the pads of his thumbs, releasing the stress
Speaker 1: held inside her tight muscles. She had to admit, as
Speaker 1: she surrendered to the pleasure of relaxation spreading through her body,
Speaker 1: that whatever magic he was working was taking the stress
Speaker 1: of the week far away. As his hands continued to
Speaker 1: press relaxation through her back, through her shoulders, and down
Speaker 1: through her arms, a warm glow gently spread over her body,
Speaker 1: a single she had not felt so long, even in
Speaker 1: those intimate moments when she was by herself, this had
Speaker 1: been missing. Suddenly, aware that he had moved in front
Speaker 1: of her, sand chanced and opened her eyes, hardly surprised
Speaker 1: that he was at hip level to the bed, However,
Speaker 1: a little shot at how his swollen cock moved so
Speaker 1: freely beneath the white linen as his growing erection tented
Speaker 1: the soft material. She had to admit it had been
Speaker 1: a very long time since a young man had been
Speaker 1: so aroused just by touching her. As she closed her
Speaker 1: eyes to try and shut out the thought and control
Speaker 1: the sensations moving between her legs, all she could imagine
Speaker 1: was how it would be to experience feeling his cock
Speaker 1: inside her, even as his hands worked up and down
Speaker 1: the back of her thighs, his fingertips caressing that soft skin,
Speaker 1: tormenting hersations even higher. A gentle tingle echoed within our sex,
Speaker 1: accentuated by the gentle kiss of the air from the fan.
Speaker 1: Suzanne was surprised when she realized her clit was already
Speaker 1: throbbing gently. Ways of relaxation moved over her body, leaving
Speaker 1: her no choice but to immerse in the pleasure moving
Speaker 1: through every cell. She let her mind drift, to wander
Speaker 1: into thought, into that gray area between real and dream,
Speaker 1: a place she had lived in so many nights. As
Speaker 1: she lay alone in her bed, occupied by only the
Speaker 1: thoughts of her frustrated desires, and resisting the urge to
Speaker 1: open her eyes, that the sound of Natasha's gentle moaning
Speaker 1: and the sensual groans coming from her friend's lips, only
Speaker 1: serving to fuel her own desire as she felt the
Speaker 1: first caress of his fingertips moving beneath the towel, his
Speaker 1: thumbs pressing along the top of her thighs. Wore moil
Speaker 1: mixed with the beautifully gentle caress of the fan as
Speaker 1: he found her pussy lips, and Suzanne could only feel
Speaker 1: the fire, igniting her desire further. She heard a moan,
Speaker 1: deep and guttural echo from her lips as his fingertips
Speaker 1: eased the length of her pussy, the whisper of his
Speaker 1: touch as he circled her clit sending a shock wave
Speaker 1: of pleasure through her whole body. The tingle transformed into
Speaker 1: a throbbing pulsing a need to be fulfilled. Suzanne lifted
Speaker 1: her hips just slightly, inviting him deeply inside as his
Speaker 1: fingers slid between her welcoming folds and pressed on the
Speaker 1: walls for her pussy, tracing her desire even higher. Her
Speaker 1: sex clutching along the strong fingers easy curled them inside her,
Speaker 1: massaging that hidden spot. Suzanne could sense the lights flashing
Speaker 1: before her eyes as his thumb pressed over the tight
Speaker 1: rosette of her asp, tormenting her with such a beautiful desire.
Speaker 1: She was suddenly aware of the heat of his breath,
Speaker 1: caressing her most intimate spot, one hand parting her cheeks
Speaker 1: as a tip of his tongue teased at her rosette
Speaker 1: and flicked it gently, forcing her body to clutch in
Speaker 1: such a needy way. As his fingers gently curled inside,
Speaker 1: thrusting deeper and deeper into her wanton pussy. Suzanne's fingers
Speaker 1: dug into the soft material of the bed, parting her thighs.
Speaker 1: She wanted him deeper, wanted him to fill every inch
Speaker 1: of her pussy. In compliant retalization of her need, he
Speaker 1: slipped two fingers, maybe three, between her lips. As her
Speaker 1: pussy stretched and tightened, the electricity flowed between her ass
Speaker 1: and clip. Her body trembled with desire as she pressed
Speaker 1: back against him. Suddenly, he flipped her over the towel,
Speaker 1: falling to the floor as he kissed down her stomach,
Speaker 1: the tip of his tongue forming warm circles over the
Speaker 1: top of her thighs, sucking her clip between his teeth.
Speaker 1: Suzanne could do nothing but place her legs over his shoulders,
Speaker 1: wanting his tongue, his fingers, his cock to own her
Speaker 1: desire completely. She writhed with undeniable pleasure as his lips
Speaker 1: sucked along her folds, pulling them slowly between his teeth.
Speaker 1: As his fingertips massaged the rosette of herass before sliding inside,
Speaker 1: massaging that most private erosion is sown. As his tongue
Speaker 1: tormented her clit, his lips sucking at it voraciously. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: she could hear his voice, deep and resonant as he
Speaker 1: spoke filth against her clt reminding her of how good
Speaker 1: she tasted, how sweet her neck truly was. The gentle
Speaker 1: vibrations of his voice echoed through a clid as she
Speaker 1: could hear him asking her to come. She could hear
Speaker 1: the vibration of his voice against her pussy, inviting her orgasm,
Speaker 1: further intensifying her pleasure, forcing her sex to respond in
Speaker 1: such a beautiful rhythm. Sizanne looked down. His eyes sparkled
Speaker 1: with a deep and dark passion as he looked back
Speaker 1: up at her over her pussy, the lust for only hers.
Speaker 1: His fingers gently massaged inside, igniting a wildfire throughout her body,
Speaker 1: pressing her feet down onto his shoulders, her back arched
Speaker 1: as the onslaught of her orgasm cascaded through her An
Speaker 1: eruption of electricity vibrated and her sex as she clenched
Speaker 1: her thighs around his head, trying to hold his gaze
Speaker 1: before her eyes closed, rolling back into her head as
Speaker 1: a rainbow of sensual pleasure assaulted her senses. Unwilling to stop,
Speaker 1: he slipped his fingers from her ass and press them
Speaker 1: inside her puss, curling and tormenting that magic spot once again,
Speaker 1: as his tongue flicked more aggressively over a clid, repeatedly
Speaker 1: assaulting it, perpetuating her orgasm until Suzanne thought she might faint.
Speaker 1: Reaching down, she grasped his hair tightly, holding him against
Speaker 1: her as the avalanche of orgasm continued to cascade through
Speaker 1: every cell. Wave after wave of sensual pleasure flooded through
Speaker 1: her body as her pussy vibrated with an aggressive, desperate
Speaker 1: need as it clutched along his fingers. Oblivious to the room,
Speaker 1: Suzanne moaned, I want to fill you inside me. Without waiting,
Speaker 1: he slid her down the bed, his eyes glimmering with
Speaker 1: desperate need. She moved her hands, her fingers, releasing the
Speaker 1: ties of his pants as she grasped his thick cock
Speaker 1: and guided him inside her, wrapping her legs around his
Speaker 1: waist As she pulled him even tighter. The throbbing tip
Speaker 1: of his cock pressed along the still trembling walls of
Speaker 1: her pussy. As her orgasm continued to grow, the sensation
Speaker 1: of in thrusting deeper only accelerated her pleasure, moving through
Speaker 1: her whole body. Looking up into his eyes that burned
Speaker 1: with an animal passion, with a need equal to Suzanne's
Speaker 1: to fill his cum inside her, feeling the muscles on
Speaker 1: his arms clenched as his passion grew, his thrust intensifying
Speaker 1: more needy, the tip of his cock kissed the end
Speaker 1: of her sex. Her pussy clutched voraciously along his swollen length,
Speaker 1: squeezing him tightly, urging his cumb to fill her pussy. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: he tensed against her, moaning her name as his eyes
Speaker 1: agnows lighted with a wild fire of need. As is
Speaker 1: warm and come coated the inside of her pussy, the
Speaker 1: sensation of feeling his pleasure deep inside her, intensifying her
Speaker 1: orgasm even stronger. Suzan pressed back against his cock, impaling
Speaker 1: herself harder deeper as her head rolled back in. Her
Speaker 1: back arched, her body collapsing into the depths of her desire.
Speaker 1: Shrouded in the after glow of pleasure, Suzan could only
Speaker 1: moan gently, giggling to herself that her forgotten passion rekindled
Speaker 1: here for the very first time in many years. Somewhere
Speaker 1: in the distance of the room, she could hear a
Speaker 1: gentle whisper word spoken so softly that could be right
Speaker 1: next to her ear. I'm sure of what was said
Speaker 1: through their of a raft to glow. As she tried
Speaker 1: to focus, she suddenly realized her hands were underneath her
Speaker 1: head as she lay face down on the bed, the
Speaker 1: soft towel covering her modesty, while the fan gently caressed
Speaker 1: a still trembling pussy. We will let you rest here
Speaker 1: for a minute, but when you're ready, you can go
Speaker 1: back to the changing room and we will see you
Speaker 1: out front, Warren said, obviously repeating himself as he was
Speaker 1: aware that Suzanne's mind had been somewhere else. A little confused,
Speaker 1: Suzanne turned her head to face a friend, her eyes
Speaker 1: a mask of questions. I don't know how they do it,
Speaker 1: but I'm guessing looking at the flush complexion on your face,
Speaker 1: you enjoyed it as much as I did. Natasha said, see,
Speaker 1: I told you it would help you relax. Suzanne closed
Speaker 1: her eyes whispered wow, just fucking wow, as a throbbing
Speaker 1: echo to pleasure. So next week, I haven't decided yet.
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