I sat to one side, and said, “Turn over.” She hesitated for just a moment, then rolled onto her back, quickly closing her eyes. I knelt and started up on her shoulders again, reaching her neck and the base of her skull. Her eyes stayed closed, and she sighed as I reached a particularly sore spot. I massaged first down one arm, to her hand and back up. Then moved across her to the other side, near Matt, who had his hands resting on his upper thighs. I could tell he was watching intently, and I definitely saw a bulge in his jeans, even though the massage had been fairly innocent up to now — well – leaving aside the fact that we were both naked.
I massaged Liane’s other arm and hand, placing it back gently on the bed when I was done. I straddled her hips and returned to her shoulders and upper chest, massaging gently. I gradually eased towards her breasts, moving in gentle circles towards her nipples. My vulva was feeling heavy and I could feel the wetness between my own legs. I brushed across one nipple and moved away towards her shoulder, then returned to it. Her eyes stayed closed, but her lips opened and I could hear her breathing become shallow. I wondered what Matt was thinking about all this, but I didn’t dare look at him. Deciding to take the plunge, I leaned forward and licked one of her nipples. She gasped.
Neither of them made any move to stop me, so I flicked her nipple again with my tongue. I sucked gently on first one nipple, then the next, half expecting that, at any moment, she’d tell me to stop. I moved my lips lower, using my tongue to slide down her body, until I reached her trimmed bush. I stroked it lightly with my fingertips, kneeling between her legs. Her hair was softer than I had expected and a very light brown; I had been waxing all of mine for some time and had almost forgotten what it felt like to touch a pussy with hair. I had an urge to press my bare vulva against hers and rub myself to orgasm, but I concentrated on gentle strokes with my fingers. I lightly ran my fingers back up her stomach and over her erect nipples, and moved to cover her with my own body. As I stretched out on top of her, supporting my weight on my elbows, I kissed her full on the lips. It was even nicer than it had been in the kitchen. She readily opened her lips and tongue to mine. I heard myself make a contented sound deep in my throat, and pressed my pelvis slightly to hers. I could feel the lubrication in my genitals and I longed to have her stroke me.
I moved down her body again with my tongue, pausing at her breasts and then continuing downward. I shifted between her thighs, and I heard Matt clear his throat. Concerned that he was going to tell me to stop, I glanced up. He had his hand resting on the very obvious bulge in his jeans and I wondered if he was trying to decide whether he should pull it out. I smiled at him, and I guess that decided it for him; he started to quietly undo his belt.
I returned my attention to Liane, blowing gently on her bush and moving her thighs wider apart with my elbows. I ran my tongue up her inner thighs, teasing closer, but not yet touching her more sensitive areas. Using one hand, I eased open her vulva, exposing her clit. I could see her arousal, even in the dim light — it looked wet and hot — the same way my own felt now. I bent down and licked her clitoris softly, dipping lower towards her vagina, tasting her. She tasted tangy and slightly salty though still different from my own taste.
