It Happened After the Gym Pt. 02

Notes: This is the second part of the (Part 1 was called “It Happened after the gym”. When I wrote that I didn’t anticipate being asked for a part 2, but am happy to oblige. As before, all participants are over 18, and live in a world where STD and unwanted pregnancies do not exist.

In the days that followed ‘the incident’ as Hazel had begun to think about it, she tried to rationalise, and even crazily, forget about it. She told herself that above all she wanted to minimise the chances of bumping into Gina again, at least until she had worked out what to say, and to do that she needed to work out how she felt about it.

It was undeniable that her short, but intense introduction into had felt fantastic. She also knew that Nathan, her husband, was (no surprises here either) fully supportive of her continuing on that particular fantasy riddled journey. Where she struggled was with the 30 plus, actually make that 40 plus years of repressive English morality, ‘girls don’t pursue ‘, ‘girls shouldn’t admit they like ‘, they should be demure and submissive and undemanding in the bedroom. Hazel knew this was all rubbish, but those thoughts were still there, buried deep, and it was those thoughts that led to her being in the M&S food hall at 11 on a Tuesday morning instead of her usual Pilates class, one that Gina attended almost as often as she did.

Her mind wasn’t really ‘present’, she was blankly looking at a shelf of low fat yoghurts, trying to decide which one, if any, she wanted to put in her basket, when she felt a hand on her shoulder and a voice broke through her reverie.

“Hi there Hazel, how are you sweetie?” Hazel looked around into Gina’s dark sparkling eyes.

“Oh, hello Gina, fancy meeting you here!” Hazel’s mind going a thousand miles an hour…’what if she asks why I’ve been avoiding her?’ ‘What if she regrets what we did?’.

“Do you have time for a coffee?” Gina seemed to have no issues, and appeared to be keen to catch up.

“Um, yes. Give me a few minutes to get some bits. Shall we go to the Sheep place across the carpark?” Hazel was relieved that she would have a few minutes to get herself together. She was a little surprised at how ‘amped’ she had got just from being close to Gina. She needed to calm herself down before she made a real idiot of herself.

The two friends then found themselves in a little ‘trendy’ coffee outlet on the edge of the carpark, a place for Caramel Lattes and Almond milk macchiatos. Despite all the exotic options on offer both ladies chose an Americano, which made them look at each other and smile. They picked up their coffees and went to find a table, luckily finding one in a quiet corner. Hazel was relieved as she felt certain that this might get a bit embarrassing.

“So, how’s it been since last week, how are you doing?” Gina’s seemingly innocent question avoided specifically mentioning that the last time they met they had made each other cum.

“I’m fine, honestly, I’m really fine. I do admit to over analysing things initially. I felt guilty so I told Nathan everything. Bless him, he was hardly any help! You can probably guess how he took it! I could see him thinking that he had won the lottery!” Hazel rambled a bit but kept her voice calm.

Gina laughed, “He probably wanted an invite for next time!”

“Will there be a next time?” Hazel looked deep into Gina’s eyes. She knew herself that if Gina said yes she wouldn’t be able to help herself.

“Of course I want to see you again. I understand if you would like to not do the intimate stuff any more, though it would be a shame, but really I hope I can still keep you as a friend.” Gina looked concerned, “I was worried that you would freak out a bit, which is why I’ve not come to see you sooner. I was thinking we could maybe spend some time together and that way we can chat and work things through with no pressure.” Gina sounded very logical, and her plan made a lot of sense. Unspoken was the fact that this time spent was not likely to involve any actual , so in theory should be safe.

Gina continued “What have you got on today, I was supposed to be in Pilates, but twinged my back a few days ago so was going to try the new massage place in town. Maybe you could come too and we could spend some time chilling in white towelling robes and work out what we want to do with this.”

“Massage? I’ve never really had one of those.” Hazel looked a but taken aback at the idea of a stranger working over her body.

“Oh! In which case you must come. They are so good, totally relaxing. I usually fall asleep before they are done.” Gina was clearly enthusiastic. Hazel thought about it for a second, and the naughty devil won out over the good angel and she found herself agreeing to meet at the massage place in about an hour.

The massage place was new, and very nicely appointed, lots of muted lighting, a backlit Himalayan salt wall and lots elegant wooden seating arranged around a very nice water feature. The stunningly attractive girl at reception took their details, easily accommodating Hazel joining Gina’s existing booking. She looked at the booking details, reading them out to confirm “40 minutes deep tissue, focussing on a back strain. No preference for gender. Is that right?” Gina nodded her agreement, then the girl looked at Hazel asking “Any special requests for you?”

“Well this will be my first massage so I don’t really know. Makes sense to have the same time as Gina, but a more general relaxing massage would be nice.” Hazel tried to sound more sure of herself than she Really was. The girl then asked “Any gender preference?”

Well that really is the question thought Hazel. That’s what’s got me into this situation. “Er…no, no preference.”

“Oh, good. If you could go through to the dressing room and once you are ready head to the lunge, your masseurs will find you there.” The receptionist sent them off with a warm smile and began tapping away on her computer.

The girls got to the changing room, again very nicely decorated, lockers for their clothes and bits that each contained the ubiquitous white towelling robe. There was a unit with plenty of white fluffy towels, a separate area with nice showers and an array of expensive looking soaps and shampoos available for their use. All in all a very pleasant space. Gina quickly began to strip, Hazel held back a second, wanting to see what Gina would leave on for the massage. Gina had already taken her blouse off, hanging it carefully in the locker. Then she stepped out of her skirt, and after again hanging it on the hook reached behind her and unclipped her y little white lace bra.

Gina’s perky breasts jiggled slightly in the muted light, and Hazel had a clear memory of her suckling those delicious nipples. She was shocked at how quickly her arousal peaked, just from looking at Gina’s tits, delightful though they are. Gina herself was unaware of the erotic thoughts going through her friends head and having hung up her lacy bra, put her thumbs in the waistband of her matching white lace panties pulled them down her long, still suntanned, legs. Her smooth pussy again triggering even more erotic memories of her tongue buried beneath those delicate folds. Hazel was frozen, with her hands clutching the hem of her dress, unable to move.

Gina glanced at her friend as she reached for one of the towels. “Oh yes, I forgot this is new to you. We usually go nude, but wrapped in a towel. They will move it as they need to do different bits of you, but unless you want to they will keep the rest of you covered to protect your modesty!”

Hazel snapped out of her y daydream and began to strip naked. This familiar activity again bringing back vivid memories of the two of them naked on her deck a few weeks earlier. There was no question now in Hazel’s mind that she could not ignore how turned in she felt just being in the presence of a naked Gina, even if she was now well wrapped in a towel.

Having got ready the two ladies made their way to the plush lounge and had barely looked around before a young man, and a young woman came through the doorway. Both were dressed in loose fitting long white linen trousers and tight white tshirts. Both were quite young, very fit looking and extremely attractive.

“Gina and Hazel, are you ready for your massage?” The young man asked. They followed them into a ‘couples massage room’, with two massage tables sidebyside.

“Gina, if you would lie here.” The young guy pointed to one of the tables, and the girl smiled at Hazel and pointed to the other one.

Hazel tried to get onto the table, but with the towel tightly wrapped around her she was unable to manage it easily. The girl put her hand on her shoulder and suggested “It’s easier if you loosen the towel, if you are more comfortable that way you can take it off entirely.” Probably due to the highly erotic memories she had been experiencing, and her visits to naturist resorts with Nathan, Hazel didn’t really think and just undid the towel and left it on a chair to one side of the room. Gina smiled at her with a “Good girl!” and did exactly the same.

The tables were arranged so our heads both pointed the same way so we could chat without having to raise our voices too much. Gina realising I was in uncharted territory did a bit of explaining what to expect, Hazel was grateful for the distraction, not being at all sure how this would feel.

She needn’t have worried. Within very few minutes the warm oil, and the smooth hands of the girl, who turned out was called Emma, had Hazel blissed out and extremely calm. She ran her hands the length of her back, up and down in an almost hypnotic motion then moved around and began to work on her shoulders. So far, so excellent.

Gina, meanwhile was getting a bit more of a vigorous workout, with Ben, the lad, using his elbows to really dig into her lower back. She was groaning, and Hazel was pretty sure it wasn’t in pleasure.

Emma continued to gently work over Hazels upper body, working her way down to her waist. Then switched to her feet, and began to work her way up her legs, smoothing out her calf muscles before firmly kneeling her thighs to work the knots out. It all felt great, and she wondered why she had never had one before. She was half dosing when she noticed that Emma had begun to push up towards the bottom of her bum cheeks, working her thighs upwards and digging into the thicker part of the muscle. As she rhythmically worked her way up her thigh the tips of her fingers were getting very close to the cleft between her buttocks. Every so lightly, Emma’s fingertips were causing her to feel sensation she hadn’t since that afternoon with Gina. She let out an involuntary sigh. Gina glanced across and smiled at her “Feels good doesn’t it!” She said.

Emma kept her touches from becoming overtly ual, but she was clearly making sure that the area between her thighs, right next to her glistening labia was getting its fair share of treatment, and she had to know how this would be making her feel. So it was a bit of a surprise when she straightened up, and with a gentle tap on her shoulder asked her to turn over so she could work on her front. The two masseuses had clearly coordinated as Ben was also standing back while Gina turned onto her back, her fabulous tits pointing upwards, and her smooth peach glistening in the subdued lighting. She was clearly getting a lot from this massage too.

Again the masseuses coordinated their work, starting at the head, working the temples and giving a short head massage. The arousal that had been building in Hazel didn’t dissipate entirely, but eased back to a comfortable, even comforting, level and her mind began to drift. Unfortunately, as is so often the case, it immediately brought back images of her with her head buried between Gina’s thighs, bringing her friend (should that be lover?) to a crashing orgasm.

Emma began to slide her hands down over her shoulders, and gently massage her chest, so far avoid ing her boobs, but close enough for her to begin to feel a slight warming tingle heading to her nipples, ‘Oh god, my nipples are going stiff, she will see me getting turned on and think it’s her’ The thought flashed across her mind, and as night follows day her nipples stiffened. She glanced down and they were sticking out, she blushed at how obvious her arousal showed to the young masseuse.

“How are you feeling Hazel? Are you enjoying your first massage?” Emma making light conversation, when in Hazel’s mind she must know that the massage was turning her on something terrible.

“Its lovely, really relaxing, wish i’d done this years ago!” Hazel replied, all the while her mind was shouting “It’s turning me on sooo much!”

Gina massage seemed to have turned a lot more gentle, the vigorous stretching and kneading had been replaced with sweeping movements of the hands, and out of the corner of her eye Hazel noted that Ben wasn’t avoiding rubbing his strong hands over her breasts. He even seemed to be rubbing her nipples which were if anything more prominent than hers were. Her mind drifted to the time when she very much enjoyed kissing and sucking those same nipples. Her pussy tingled at the memories, but he attention was dragged back to the present by Emma turning her attention to her own boobs. The movements mirrored those she had just seen Ben do on Gina, and it felt so good. She let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure. Gina looked across at her, smiled and reached out her hand to hold hers, then said “Just relax and enjoy it, I knew you would love this, it gets better, believe me.”

Almost as she said it Emma (and Ben) moved their attention lower, and began to work in ever widening circles. The erotic tension was building fast at this point, the finger tips working further and further out, and as they headed down began to glide over her smooth pubic mound. Each time the fingers swiped past they sent a jolt of energy into her ever increasing arousal. Without realising it she was beginning to pant, her eyes shut. She was very clearly heading inexorably towards having an orgasm at the hands of her, very attractive, masseuse.

Emma switched her attention to her upper thighs, close but again not quite hitting the target as far as Hazel was concerned. Her increased arousal bypassing her usual shyness, she almost cried out to Emma to stop messing around and rub her clit, but luckily she retained enough self control to avoid that gargantuan fauxpas. Even though she wasn’t directly rubbing her pussy the movement was maintaining the stimulation, and if anything it was increasing.

Glancing across at Gina’s she could see that Ben wasn’t holding back either, he was standing on a stool to get a better angle, and had both of his hands working down her thighs. Hazel almost looked away to concentrate on how Emma was making her feel when she noticed that one of Gina’s hands was reaching up the leg of Bens shorts, from the look of it she had hold of his cock and was working it into a very impressive erection. The front of his shorts stretched as the outline of her hand showed through the thin material, Gina’s arm disappearing further into the leg of his shorts. It was mesmerising seeing the outline of her hand slowly wank his cock.

Her attention snapped back to her own massage, she suddenly realised that Emma had switched from her thighs and was now smoothly gliding her hands between her legs. The tips of Emmas fingers gently touched her lips, now more than usually puffy and beginning to glisten with her inner moisture. Then she twisted her hand and placed it entirely over her pussy, cupping it in her warm, oily fingers. It felt divine, and Hazel couldn’t stop herself letting out a long, loud groan. There was no disguising what it was, it was a groan of need, and a groan of permission. The fingers began to rock, pressing between her lips and the am was beginning to rub on her clit. It felt spectacularly good, and it was probably less than a minute or two before she was panting loudly and rocking her head from side to side as her first orgasm of the session blasted through her. Her loud cry muffled by the soothing music and the drapes on the walls, but Emma took note and slowly moved har hands away and smoothly worked her upper body, shoulders before standing back.

After a few moments to get her mind back to where she was she looked across to Gina who had got Bens cock out from his shorts and was essentially dragging him by his cock down the massage table. She then quickly rolled over and making like a cat, raised her cute suntanned arse and turned to Ben and said “Go on, please, finish me off!”

Pausing only to gently rub her pussy, he reached down and guided the bulbous head of his sturdy cock into Gina’s moist cunt. Ben clearly had a lot of practise, and was a gorgeous hunk of a man. He slowly but authoritatively slid his cock into Gina, and with practised ease began to slide it in and out in long deliberate strokes. Gina flopped down on the table, and almost went unconscious, her eyes glazed and her mouth dropped open, emitting a disembodied groan on every ‘in stroke’.

Hazel was totally transfixed, she had never been this close to anyone else having , and while part of her was screaming out to leave Gina some privacy, her recent orgasm, and the fact that they both looked so hot, meant she stayed. She had been pretty relaxed after her massage and subsequent orgasm, but seeing Gina getting a proper shafting right next to her had unexpectedly put her right near the peak again and subconsciously she reached down with her hand and began to stroke her pussy, she absentmindedly mimicked the movements that Emma had made a few minutes earlier. Gina was nearing her own orgasm and suddenly reached out to take Hazels free hand and hold it. The two women clung on as Gina screamed as she came, their eyes locking together. Seeing her friend locked in her throes of her orgasm triggered Hazel to have another, she hadn’t really been aware that she had been masturbating until she was overtaken by the tingling rush of her orgasm.

Ben slowed his thrusting and began to withdraw his engorged cock, red and glistening with their juices. As the bulbous head emerged from Gina’s puffy, well fucked lips Emma reached across and grasped it, pulling Ben around to face her. She knelt down and with barely a pause for breath swallowed his entire length in a smooth movement. She pulled back on the shaft and her small hand grasped the stiff member, rhythmically stroking it all the while bathing the glistening head with her lips and tongue, her other hand reached back and took his balls, gently massaging them. She was working Bens cock very energetically and went back to bobbing her head, taking his length into her throat when he began to gasp loudly. After only a few minutes he came with a loud bellow, and shot rope after rope of thick white sum into Emmas mouth, and over her neck and chest.

“Wow, you two are just fantastic.” Gina had recovered sufficiently to sum up her (and Hazel’s) feelings. “That was just the best session I have ever had here.”

Emma looked a little sheepish, blushing slightly “We don’t usually go that far with clients, Ben and I are sort of friends with benefits, and so when I saw his cock come out of you, Gina, I just couldn’t help myself!”

“Don’t worry, I loved it, you two look fantastic together!” Gina was glowing with pleasure, and looked across at Hazel.

Hazel, who until 2 weeks ago had been a happily married, safe suburban housewife, only had with one man, never kissed a girl…a little bit boring its true, but her world had been exploded in this short time by Gina and her head was still spinning. However she could not deny that despite her reluctance to admit it she had loved every minute of it, she felt more alive, she felt more…ual, and she knew that when she got back home she would probably masturbate to what had happened here, she was that turned on.

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