Rising Star

PROLOGUE

Sarah Larson is the mother of two teenagers, living in Nottingham Woods, a far western suburb of Chicago. She and her husband, John, have a great home on a 5-acre lot off of Red Oak Drive, with a pool in the backyard that is complete with a pool/guest house. The entire lot is surrounded by a small forest that tucks it away very privately, the trees providing a sound and visual barrier to County Road 47. They used to live in Naperville, but moved 7 years ago when John made partner and felt the need to get a much bigger house, just because he could afford to. Though she likes the house, and it's come to feel like home, Sarah never really cared for the larger space. It takes more time to clean, and keeps John away from home for a longer portion of the day, due to the longer commute.

Sarah has a son Jason, age 16, who is the younger of the two kids. He’s been a rather quiet kid, spending most of his time in the basement working out, both by himself and with his friends. His other hobby is photography, at which he's gotten quite skilled. Outside of the home he had been somewhat introverted, particularly with girls, though this year he's really come out of his shell. The girls hit on him all of the time due to his ever growing and hardening physique, not to mention his inviting smile. Sarah’s daughter Amy thinks it's hilarious to see some of her own friends asking him out, bewildered at what they could see in a freshman guy, especially her brother.

Amy is very social with both her own friends and "the guys", usually going out with several at a time. She isn't interested in "dating", as she finds it "too limiting". Amy just turned 18, is graduating from high school next month, and spends most of her time away from the house with her friends. Both kids still go to school in Naperville, where most of their friends live.

Jason and Sarah have always been very close. He generally feels he can tell her anything at all, though there's been a big change in his life recently that he hasn't felt he could share with her. He wants to, but isn't sure how to broach the subject, and is also unsure of how she'll take it. His mom is his closest confidant, even more than his best friend Steve.

John is a very successful lawyer who leaves the house early in the morning and comes home late at night. His drive into downtown Chicago is 50 miles each way. Needless to say with that haul to work, he's not leasing his 2007 M5. John is the youngest partner in his firm, earning over $1 million annually. He works very long days during the week, but makes a point to leave work at work on the weekends.

Sarah could be an example of the perfect suburban housewife and mom. She works part time at her friend Georgette's styling salon & spa, basically for the social interaction; and the rest of the time she is just a regular housewife, managing her home and spending most of her spare time working out or sunbathing. (Still very attractive at the age of 41, Sarah's body is toned and lean, with very large, firm breasts and, though definitely curvaceous, relatively slender hips.) She usually drives Jason to school early in the morning, before heading to the spa. She picks him up in the afternoon after her daily workout. On Thursdays, she works afternoons, so Jason catches a ride with Amy home. Amy always drives herself to and from school, insisting she needs the personal freedom to control her own schedule.

Over the last several years, she's had a dark secret which only her sister Lisa knows about. The secret is that she has always wanted to be in porn. To her, there is something very exciting and intriguing in the idea of being fucked on camera for everyone to see. Sarah has had an exhibitionist streak since childhood. Her parents were fine with her walking the upstairs hall every morning nude, which was the way she slept, not bothering to cover up until after she showered for the day. Her siblings never took any note, as they had grown up with her acting that way, and thought nothing of it.

When John first started dating her in college, he was only one of several people she was seeing, both male and female, all of the relationships rising to a sexual level. Sarah didn’t believe in getting to know someone better before having sex. If they weren’t sexually compatible, then what was the point? To her way of thinking, a waste of everyone’s time is all that got you. Luckily for John, they were VERY compatible, both inside AND outside of the bedroom. They were exclusive within a month of meeting, and married before they graduated.

At some point, Sarah's willingness to put herself on display turned into an urge, which has been only growing stronger over the course of her marriage. John thought it was great when they were newlyweds, Sarah living a practically nudist, hedonistic lifestyle within their home. Sarah was ALWAYS open to John taking her whenever the mood struck him. She'd just drop what she was doing, and bend over the nearest convenient piece of furniture, John taking her from behind. He even tolerated it after Amy was born, though it began to bother him, having Sarah walking the house naked, Amy in one arm, sometimes latched on a breast, her other arm cooking or cleaning the house. Eventually, John refused to have sex with her outside the bedroom. But once Jason was born, he decided he'd had enough. Amy was at an age that she was aware of her mother's habits, and thought it perfectly natural to emulate them. John had been getting increasingly uncomfortable with Amy running around naked; and with Jason being, well...a boy, it had come time for Sarah to cover up and conform. Her husband insisted that she keep a lid on her sexuality, which she suppressed the best she could. Their sex life continued to diminish, and they now only have perfunctory sex on "special occasions," like their anniversary or their birthdays.

Sarah is greatly frustrated by the current state of their sex life, particularly since she knows that it isn't due to a diminishing sex drive in John. Practically every night when John finally gets home from work, Sarah is already in bed asleep. She is woken up by the sounds of her husband masturbating, vigorously and LOUDLY, in their bathroom. She's never let on that she is aware of this "bedtime ritual" of his. Usually she just rolls over and goes back to sleep. Occasionally, she "joins in", playing with her pussy as she listens to the slap, slap, slap of her husband's fist bouncing off of his balls as she jacks his magnificent cock...

Sarah truly does love her husband, and his tool. John has an incredible penis. It's a little over 9" long, and so thick that you can't wrap a dollar bill around it. When Sarah pictures what John is doing as she listens, frigging her clit in search of orgasmic release, she is torn between the erotic image of his glorious tool, and the sad fact that he rarely uses it anymore to plow her neglected pussy. Her success at getting off depends on which thought proves dominant on a given night.

As the kids grew, Sarah's spirit continued to dim, though she did a good job of keeping her growing despondence from her family, playing the happy wife. Only with Amy could she be herself, as Amy still remembers how her mother used to be, and, as a teenager, understands how suppressing her natural sexual urges around her own husband must be tortuous to her. Sarah feels shackled to a societal norm that makes no sense to her. Out of this sense of involuntary inhibition, her interest in porn has sprung. And her desires have gone beyond exhibitionist nudity to exhibitionist sexual interaction. Lately, she has been feeling like her pent up sexual needs are about to burst. She has never cheated on her husband during their 19-year marriage; though she has been tempted on occasion.

Over the last several years, every time she comes across a magazine stand and sees the skin mags., she is overcome with feelings of jealousy, of all the girls being shot nude and getting their brains fucked out. She did try to bring it up to John once, asking him to take pictures of her; but it freaked him out (his own upbringing was VERY conservative, his 20’s apparently being one big anomaly) and she never brought it up again. She would never let herself cheat on him, at least she has convinced herself of that; but, for some reason she can't put her finger on, getting fucked on camera doesn't seem like cheating in her book. It's too public, nothing like sneaking around behind your spouse's back to fuck the yard-boy. She just hasn't had the opportunity to act on that conviction...yet.

CHAPTER 1 - NOT YOUR TYPICAL DAY AT THE OFFICE

Dan Ross, a local movie pornographer, (By local, I mean he runs his business out of Chicago. His distribution is national. He's a major player.) is in for his monthly haircut, which Sarah has given him for the past 3 years. He's chatted her up in the past, their recent conversations getting more personal every time he's been in. He's been very open about what he does for a living, and thinks he's detected an interest by Sarah in his business. He's ready to find out if he's right. Sarah looks more like 31 than 41, and Dan feels that she would be smokin' on camera.

"Sooo, Sarah," Dan says casually as she finishes up his haircut, "I'm in the planning stages of a new MILF flick, and am wondering if you might know anyone who would be interested in being in it."

"You mean acting in it, like a bit part? Or do you mean ACTING in it?" Sarah responds incredulously, humor in her voice.

"The latter, of course" Dan replies with a chuckle. "I've got plenty of bodies. I need a new STAR."

"I...I'm not sure. As far as I know, none of my friends are into porn. And certainly not exhibitionist enough to have sex on camera!" she ends, laughing.

"Well...what about you? From what you've told me, you certainly have an exhibitionist streak. Would you be interested?" Dan replies carefully. "You've told me more than once how comfortable you are being nude around others, much to your husband's distress," he adds, chuckling.

"ME!? Well, why would you want me? I'm just an old housewife!" she again laughs, this time nervously.

Dan notices that she didn't say "No." "She's interested!" he thinks to himself. "Just have to reel her in slowly."

"Sarah, come on," he says dismissively. "You've got an incredible body, and you know it. You look like you could be in your twenties! What are you really, 32, 33?" He knows her real age, but flatters her with a low guess. "Hell, she LOOKS like my guess," he thinks to himself.

"I'm 41, actually," she says, blushing at the compliment.

"Wow! You're just what I need, a real life MILF. Sarah, let's face it, you've got a body to die for, if you don't mind me stating the obvious...a firm ass, incredible tits, and the midsection of a beach volleyball player. You would be stunning onscreen!"

"Well, thank you for the compliments, and I DON'T mind you telling me that. It's always nice for a woman to hear another man thinks she's attractive."

"You're very welcome. It's the truth! So, are you interested?"

"Ohhh, I don't think so... No, definitely not. That's just not me. Sorry."

"Well...okay. If you change your mind, give me a call," he says as he hands her his card. Dan's a bit surprised by her out-of-hand rejection; but unwilling to give in so easily.

As he gets out of the barber chair, he pivots towards her and gives her a hug, surprising her. He whispers in her ear as he continues to hold her.

"You would be fabulous, babe. Give it some serious thought." Letting go and stepping back, he asks, "Do you do massages, or just cut hair?"

"Oh, I do pretty much everything here. I've just only cut your hair. Why?"

"I've got another appointment tomorrow for a massage with Mary at 4 p.m. If you're available, perhaps you could take care of me instead. We could talk further."

"Oh...I don't usually work Friday afternoons, but sure, Dan. I can do that for you. But I don't think you'll be able to change my mind."

"Well, then we'll just have a pleasant conversation," he says as he hands her a $50 bill for his $22 haircut. "Keep the change. I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Absolutely. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!" she waves as he walks away and out the door.

Sarah sits down to collect her thoughts. Her mind is swirling with conflicting emotions and possibilities, both excited and terrified. Her reverie is disturbed by a growing aroma that tantalizes her senses. She recognizes it as the smell of sexual arousal, and quickly realizes that it's her who's aroused. She looks down to see a slowly growing wet spot in the crotch of her pants. She quickly moves to the restroom, being careful not to move too fast and attract unwanted attention. Once in a stall, she pulls down her pants to find her panties fairly soaked. She quickly steps out of the pants and panties. Wiping herself thoroughly, she studies her pants. The spot is very low in the crotch and probably not visible when she's standing, she decides. There's nothing she can do about the panties, so she puts her pants back on without them and bunches up the panties. Leaving the stall, she pushes the panties down into the trash can and then washes her hands. As she's leaving, Mary comes in.

"Hi, Sarah," Mary says as she slides by her in the doorway. Mary is 25, very cute, and totally misread by most people. She comes across as the innocent girl next door, but is really a completely sex-crazed bisexual slut. She's fairly monogamous, and tends to keep a girlfriend or boyfriend around for a month or two, before they inevitably decide that Mary is just too much for them, a sexual dynamo they can't keep up with. While a couple of the girls at the spa are aware of this, because they are past lovers of hers, Sarah is not.

"OH...Hi, Mary," she replies, stopping in the doorway. "I was going to come looking for you."

"What's up?"

"Mr. Ross would like me to give him his massage tomorrow. Is that okay with you?"

"Um, sure, I guess, if that's what the customer wants...Did Dan say why? Is there a problem?"

"Oh no, nothing like that. We were just having an...interesting conversation while I cut his hair and didn't finish it, so he suggested that I step in for you and we finish it tomorrow."

"Oh, okay. As long as there's no problem with me, I'm fine with it. You had me worried there for a second. Dan is one of my best tippers. I'd hate to lose him!"

"Yea, I know what you mean. He is a good tipper."

"Definitely. So, what was the conversation about? Must be pretty good to warrant switching masseuses. You know as well as I do that most people won't switch once they've found someone they're comfortable with for anything."

"Huh...yea... I know. But it was just about our summer plans, family vacations, that kind of stuff. Nothing earth shattering," she finishes, giggling uncomfortably.

Well, I gotta pee. I'll catch you later," Mary replies, not really buying Sarah's story; but distracted by her need to relieve herself.

"Bye!" Sarah calls back as she walks out.

Mary takes care of her business and goes to wash her hands, feeling much more comfortable. Drying her hands off, she catches the scent of sex wafting up from the trash bin in front of her. Surprised and curious, she digs into the crumpled paper towels, until her hand finds something soft and damp. Making a face because she doesn't yet know what she's just found, she grasps the object and pulls it out. It's a pair of red thong panties, with a very wet crotch. Mary smiles broadly, wondering who the owner is. She brings the panties up to her nose and inhales deeply.

"Mmmm...Nice!" She licks the inside of the crotch. "Tasty, too! Whose are these, and how can I sample this sweet nectar myself?" she muses softly as she reaches down to her own sex with her other hand and strokes it through her skirt. "I'll have to be on the lookout for the telltale missing panty line," she says with a grin. "Hope they haven't already left!"

Mary wants to keep them, but has nowhere to put them. Her short skirt has no pockets. Hmm...Getting an idea, and a wicked grin at the thought of it, Mary quickly takes them back into the handicapped stall. Closing the door, she reaches under her skirt and removes her own panties, which have become a bit damp themselves over the last minute. Seeing she's wet, Mary reaches back under her skirt and inserts three fingers into her wet poon, coating them with her juices. After a quick rub of her clit with her slicked fingers, causing a shudder to race through her body, she brings her wet fingers to her mouth and sucks them clean. Mary loves the taste of her own pussy juice, especially when she laps it up directly. (Mary is very slightly built and flexible. Her idea of masturbation isn't limited to her hands and toys, but includes the ability to eat her own pussy. It's something you have to see to believe. VERY impressive.)

Having sucked her fingers clean, she puts on the mystery thong she found in the garbage, rubbing the fabric patch into her now VERY wet snatch. Her own juices don't have much of an aroma, so the smell wafting up to her still smells like the owner's. She leaves the stall, washes her hands, and tosses her own panties in the trash, not bothering to push them down under the paper towels.

Mary walks out of the restroom and goes back to work. She has one more massage appointment left before closing, and is slightly concerned that her current sexual arousal may pose a problem with this particular client, Mrs. Jacobs. Mary loves sex; but she loves her job also, and doesn't want to lose it by being inappropriate with a client. And what a client! Tess Jacobs is 32, 6 feet tall, and statuesque. She is an Irish beauty, her alabaster skin and curly red hair setting off her incredibly green eyes. Her body is as tight as a drum, with very large breasts, swelling hips, toned legs, and perfect pink nipples. She keeps a triangular patch just above her slit, trimmed to a very curly 3/8" height. It highlights a very pretty pussy. Mary should know, since she's the one who does the waxing. "Thank God today's appointment isn't a waxing," Mary thinks to herself as she walks towards the chairs to escort Tess back to a private massage room. "That would be too much to take right now." She passes Sarah on the way up front. Sarah looks up, her nose catching the scent of her pussy juices again.

"I don't feel wet," Sarah thinks. She quickly puts her hand in her pocket and feels her pussy. "Seems dry."

As she mentally evaluates her current state of arousal, she inadvertently brushes her clit with the corner seam of her pocket, causing her to jump. "Shit!" she thinks. "If I'm not careful, I'll be wet again in no time!" She pulls her hand out of her pocket and goes back to cleaning up her station. It's approaching 5 p.m. and Dan was her last appointment for the day. She wants to get home to make dinner for the kids.

Meanwhile, Mary stops walking as a thought occurs to her. She turns around.

"Hmm, not Sarah...I wonder," Mary thinks as she looks behind her to check out Sarah's perfectly tight ass. "No panty lines!" she says under her breath, but a bit louder than she meant. "This IS surprising!"

"Excuse me?" Sarah turns to Mary. "I'm sorry. Where you talking to me? I missed what you said."

"Oh, nothing, Sarah. Just thinking out loud....Say, did you notice a strange smell in the restroom? It's really strong; but I couldn't figure out where it was coming from."

"Uhh...no, I didn't. No idea," Sarah responds quickly and nervously.

"Well, whatever. I'm sure the cleaning guy will find the source tomorrow. Gotta get Mrs. Jacobs in for her massage so I can finish up for the day. See ya!"

Mary starts heading back towards the front. After a couple of seconds, she looks behind her and, sure enough, there goes Sarah scurrying to the restroom. Mary laughs to herself. "That conversation with Dan was DEFINITELY about more than summer family plans," she thinks.

Sarah enters the restroom and heads right for the trash bin. As she reaches it, she sees a pair of thong panties lying on top. She's confused.

"I buried them...and I swear I was wearing red today, not purple," she says to no one.

Picking them up, she sniffs the crotch. It smells different and much lighter.

"They couldn't have dried out that quickly."

She looks at the tag.

Shit! These aren't my brand! Who the hell's are these!?"

Digging in the garbage for hers for several minutes, she comes up empty. She's very confused. Then she remembers thinking she smelled her panties out by her station...right when Mary walked by!

"Why the hell would she switch her panties for mine?" she says to herself. "And what do I do about it?"

Looking at the relatively dry panties, she decides they're better than nothing. She goes into a stall, removes her pants, and puts them on. "It feels weird wearing another woman's underwear," she thinks, making a face. "Whatever. I need to finish cleaning up my station."

Sarah leaves the stall and restroom, almost tripping over Mary and Mrs. Jacobs who are heading back to the massage rooms.

"Oh! Excuse me, ladies," Sarah apologizes. "I wasn't paying attention."

Mary stares into her eyes with a big grin on her face. "No problem, hon. Everyone's still standing," she laughs.

Sarah gives her a cross look, still flabbergasted that Mary, or anyone, would take, AND WEAR, her obviously wet underwear. And now she has Mary's on, which makes it even stranger. Sarah doesn't know what else to say so she starts moving again.

Mary watches her go and notices the outline of a rear fabric patch of thong underwear under Sarah's pants.

"Either I was wrong and missed that before, or she's wearing mine!" she thinks.

"Excuse me for one moment, Mrs. Jacobs. I just need to pop into the restroom for a moment to...take care of a loose eyelash. Why don't you go back to room 6? I'll meet you there."

"Sure, Mary. I'll see you in a few," Tess replies as she heads down the hall.

Mary goes into the bathroom and checks out the trash bin. No underwear, as she had suspected...and hoped.

"Well, this IS interesting!" she giggles. Intrigued and aroused, she can feel herself getting wet again.. or more...whatever. She giggles as she gives her sex another rub over her skirt just before she leaves the restroom.

Sarah, who's pacing the hallway, totally flustered, watches her leave the restroom. Mary sees Sarah watching her and smiles. Looking around, she sees that there are very few people left in the salon. No customers are in sight, just a couple of the girls cleaning up their stations for the night. No one's looking Mary's direction. Feeling brave, and horny, she walks up to Sarah as she dives her hand down the front of her skirt and resumes stroking her VERY wet cooch. She leans into Sarah, her mouth by Sarah's ear.

"I hope they're comfy. Yours certainly are," Mary whispers breathily, as she withdraws her now damp fingers from her poon and gently runs them over the back of Sarah's hand .

Sarah is shocked and speechless.

Giving Sarah a peck on the cheek, Mary quickly steps past her and heads to room 6. Talking back over her shoulder, she says loud enough for Sarah to hear: "We'll chat later."

"We need to!" Sarah calls back, totally perplexed. "I need to call the kids and let them know I'm going to be late," she says to herself. "I have GOT to clear this up with Mary...WHAT is she thinking!?"

Entering room 6, after checking her skirt to make sure there's no spot on the front announcing her arousal, Mary stops short, one hand still on the doorknob. She finds Tess removing her panties, having already removed her dress and bra. (Tess is very comfortable with her body, and never requests a towel cover during her massages.) Still, in her current state of HIGH arousal, the sight takes Mary's breath away. She tries to recover, smiling sweetly as she starts moving again into the room, shutting the door behind her. She takes a moment to turn around while shutting the door, drawing out the simple task to allow her a few more seconds to compose herself. Taking a deep breath, she turns to her client, hoping her face isn't too flushed.

"Sorry about the interruption," Mary says demurely, not meaning to sound...like a schoolgirl. "Uhem!" she coughs into her hand, trying to regain control of her voice...and other faculties. She notices that her hand is still damp, and quickly wipes it dry on her skirt.

"Thanks for working this into your schedule. I'm sure you've got better things to do than work late on my poon," Tess gushes, not noticing Mary's discomfiture.

"Excuse me?" Mary responds, confused, her voice rising in pitch yet again.

"Oh! Didn't the receptionist actually ask you?"

Putting a hand to her throat and swallowing hard, she mages to get out "Ask me what?" in a normal voice.

"I called earlier to add a waxing to my massage appointment. The receptionist told me you were with another client; and that she'd ask you when you were done...and call back if it was a problem."

"Oh...well...No problem, Mrs. Jacobs. She must have forgotten, but it's not a problem."

"Are you sure? You seem hesitant."

"It's fine, really. It's just..."

"Yes?"

"Well, it, it's personal. I really can't get into it."

"Oh sure you can, Mary. Is something wrong at home? And what's with the 'Mrs. Jacobs'? Call me Tess, please."

Tess walks up to Mary and places a tender hand on Mary's forearm. The contact makes Mary's entire body tingle, and a wave of ecstasy flows through her pussy as she experiences a VERY satisfying orgasm. She bites her lip, trying to remain silent; but an audible, high-pitched whimper escapes. Her knees go weak and she grabs Tess's hand while reaching for the edge of massage table for support.

"Are you okay?!" Tess asks, alarmed by Mary's sudden collapse and her flushed appearance. "Do you need a doctor?"

Mary shakes her head in the negative. "I'm fine, Tess. Really...This is part of the problem, to be honest."

"I'm sorry?" Tess responds as she retracts her hand quickly and steps back.

"Oh, no Mrs. Jacobs. I mean Tess. I don't have personal space issues. It's you in general. You're so comfortable with your...beautiful...body..." Mary takes a breath and makes a decision, a decisive one. She turns to face Tess directly and steps back. " And...I'm bisexual and attracted to you..sexually. I just had an orgasm when you touched my arm...There, I've said it. Please don't have me fired!"

Tess is silent. She contemplates Mary's expression, and lowers her eyes to the front of Mary's skirt which has an obvious wet spot, which was continuing to grow before her eyes.

Now Tess can feel her own face flush, and her own pussy beginning to tingle...just a bit. She takes a half-step back and sits down on the massage table, keeping her feet on the ground and crossing her legs, trying to quell the growing warmth in her honeypot. In an effort to put herself into a more analytical, and less sexual, frame of mind, Tess decides to attack the problem with a frank discussion.

"You've been massaging and waxing me for a couple of years now. You've never been inappropriate with me. Why is this...attraction you have for me a problem now?"

"Honestly? I've had a...stimulating afternoon, and am pretty cranked up."

"By cranked up, you mean...?"

"Horny. VERY."

"Ahh. Got it. Well...while I'm flattered...really, I am...I'm not interested..Never have been into girls...So you can put the idea of sex with me out of your mind." Tess pauses, collecting her thoughts.

Mary turns and hops her butt up onto the table next to Tess, waiting silently to see if she'll say anymore. She has no idea WHAT she could possibly say at this point. They sit in silence for over a minute. Mary notices that the wet spot on her skirt has stopped spreading. Allowing her gaze to drift towards Tess's lap, she again admires her client's sex. It's a very pretty pussy indeed. Finally, Tess breaks the silence.

"Maybe if you tell me what happened to make you so...horny, you can relax. Like telling a good friend...We're friends, aren't we?"

"Uh, sure, Tess," Mary responds, slightly startled by the sudden break in the silence. "Th..thanks for understanding...Would you like to start with the waxing or the massage?"

As Mary shifts her gaze from Tess's poon up her body to her eyes, notices that Tess's nipples have gotten hard as erasers, and that there's a slight flush in her cheeks. The fact that her confession is exciting her client actually relaxes Mary. She's too relieved to find that her job is probably not in jeopardy to contemplate what Tess's sexual arousal might portend, at least not right this minute.

Mary hops off the table steps to the end, as she waits for Tess's response.

"Let's do the waxing first," she says, pivoting up on the massage table and laying on her back. Planting her feet on the table with her knees bent, she lowers her knees out, giving Mary access to, and a perfect view of, her sweet, pouty pussy.

Mary grabs a step box and sets it down at the end of the table. This allows her a better reach to Tess's pussy for the waxing. Looking back up, Mary is frozen for a moment, staring into her client's honey pot, the lips pouty and slightly parted. The entire area is becoming flushed, as Tess's outer lips continue to slowly...blossom. Several drops of moisture appear on her inner walls, and begin to slip slowly down her lips. Mary breaks her gaze and walks around to get her supplies.

"You were just staring at my pussy, fantasizing about tasting me, weren't you?" Tess says in the best conversational tone she can currently manage, teasing her, trying to keep the atmosphere relaxed.

"Sorry about that. It's VERY unprofessional of me," Mary responds as she comes to the table and positions herself between Tess's legs, her supplies on a wheeled tray next to her. She steps up onto the step box, her own hips now above the edge of the table.

"So tell me your story, while you wax this tantalizing pussy," Tess says in a dramatic, self-deprecating voice . She is well aware of her own growing sexual excitement, AND that her pussy has gotten VERY wet, VERY quickly. Not being able to hide her arousal, she chooses to make light of it.

"Although I'm really NOT interested, it is exciting to know someone wants to RAVAGE me. As you can see, you've already got my juices flowing. I may as well enjoy a good erotic story and the sexual high that might, hopefully, come with it."

Mary's head snaps up from concentrating on applying the wax to Tess's bikini line. Of course she's COMPLETELY aware of Tess's arousal. She senses an opening, and, like the sexual seductress that she is, begins to plot her next conquest.

"Oh, do you like erotic literature, too? I personally enjoy it much more than porn movies. I can imagine what's going on so much more sensually than the in-your-face sex of a movie," Mary says softly. Pretending to suddenly realize that she may be going too far, Mary quickly asks, "I'm not sharing too much, am I?"

"Oh, no honey. Not at all. I agree that a good story can be more erotic; but I still enjoy a good fuck-fest flick once in a while!" Tess laughs. "So why don't you get on with your story, before I get to the end before you even begin."

" You sure you want to hear this? You're going to think I'm a total slut," Mary warns her, really as just a courtesy. Mary is confident that Tess definitely wants to hear every lurid detail. Tess's clit rising up out of its hood shows her just how ready Tess is for her story. "Give me a sec. while I adjust the temperature in here. It feels a bit chilly to me."

"Don't adjust it on my account. I'm already hot...hot and bothered!" Tess giggles. "But go ahead if you're uncomfortable." She lightly runs her fingernails over her now sensitive pussy mound, enjoying the additional stimulation. She is careful to avoid any contact with her clit, as she is sure she would cum immediately.

Mary is perfectly comfortable, but knows from past experience that an overly warm room, and the sweat it promotes, can aid her in her seduction...Plus hot, sweaty sex is just sooo much more fun, don't you think? She finds the thermostat set at 76°. The massage rooms are kept warmer for client comfort since they generally wear only a towel or less for their massage. Mary turns the heat up to 86°. Enough, she figures, to result in copious sweating, but not so high that Tess will complain. She walks back to Tess and steps up on the box, her back to the door.

"Mmmmm. One second, hon. I have an itch I really MUST scratch. Hope you don't mind," Tess replies as she reaches for her exposed clit, unable to ignore it any longer, and lightly runs her fingernail over it, sending a shiver through her body. The sensation is more than she expected, or probably not if she had really thought about; but she isn't really thinking very clearly right now. The stimulation triggers an automatic, unthinking reaction in her; and she bears down on her clit with two fingers, closing her eyes and arching her back into the air. Her fingers slide forward over her engorged clit and into her now dripping love tunnel. Parting her wet folds and pulling back out and over her clit, she pinches it between her fingers as she presses them into her sex, feeling herself begin to climax. Tess begins to buck against her fingers, her ass a good 10" off the table. Suddenly, her pussy gushes forth a stream of juices, soaking Mary's clothes. Tess continues to hump the air as her body convulses in ecstasy, her pussy continuing to squirt her juices. After riding her orgasm down for another minute, Tess opens her eyes. Mary's clothes are soaked with Tess's fluids, which also cover her face and are dripping from her chin.

"God! I'm so sorry, Mary! I didn't mean for it to go that far! I don't know what I was thinking!...And look what I've done to your clothes! I'm so ashamed!"

Mary just smiles and slowly extends her tongue, running it over her lips and in a circle as far out from her mouth as she can get, lapping up Tess's juices.

"Awe, Tess, stop," she finally says in her most solicitous voice, as she wipes up the rest of Tess's juices with her fingers and licks them clean. "It's okay...VERY. I'm the one who put you into this state of arousal. Besides, I've never actually met a real squirter. It was amazing!" Mary smiles assuringly. "This is going to be easier than I thought!," she tells herself.

"All of the women in my family are squirters. It's kind of the family's dark little secret."

"Dark secret!? More like a hidden gift, I'd say...So are you relaxed enough now for your waxing?"

Tess isn't sure what to say, watching her masseuse lap up her cum.

"Uh...Sure, Mary. And thanks for understanding...And don't think that just because I got off in front of you that we are going to have sex. It's not going to happen," Tess adds, trying to sound lighthearted.

"That's okay. I had another pretty decent orgasm just watching you. So not only have you soaked my clothes and face with your juices, which TASTE WONDERFUL, by the way, my own have soaked my panties!...If you don't mind, I'm going to need to take off all of these wet clothes before I can wax you," Mary states as she begins to undress, not waiting for a response.

"you keep an extra set of clothes at work for just such occasions, do you?" Tess laughs, nervously.

"No, I don't," Mary replies as she drapes her blouse over a chair. Pushing her skirt down and stepping out, she just smiles at Tess, who watches her intently, her eyes questioning. Mary drapes the skirt over another chair and unclasps her bra. "I'm going to do your waxing nude."

Tess is surprised, and more than a little uncomfortable with the idea, but doesn't say anything. Her own pussy is on fire, and her curiosity on where this might lead is getting the better of her. She just keeps watching Mary undress, anticipating seeing her breasts emerge from their confinement and finding herself eager for the sight. Her cunt continues to produce copious amounts of joy juice. Tess can feel the droplets dripping down her inner lips. Part of her mind takes note that the bra is dry and really doesn't need to be removed; but she ignores the thought. Mary pulls the bra off and drops in on the floor, watching Tess for a reaction.

Tess licks her lips as she feasts her eyes on Mary's C-cup breasts with their small brown areolas and VERY erect nipples. Mary notices and smiles as she removes her panties, revealing her bald cunt to Tess's obviously hungry eyes. The panties join her bra on the floor.

Tess, swallowing hard, says," Umm, wouldn't your panties dry out better if you hung them up?"

"First, they're not my panties, they belong to some else, who was wearing them less than an hour earlier; but we'll get to that in my story. And second, I don't want them to dry. I like the feel of pussy soaked silk against my poon."

"What? So why did you take them off?"

"Because I wanted you to see my pussy. Yours is beautiful, especially after you cum. But I'm also proud of my own, and wanted you to see what effect you've had on me," Mary continues as she slowly runs her fingers over her sex. She slides her fingers along both sides of her clit, pulling back the hood, allowing Tess a good look at her engorged clit. "Do you see how you've affected my pussy? You've made me VERY...WET."

Tess stares into Mary's honey pot, mesmerized...Finally looking up, she says laughing," I'm still not going to have sex with you.," trying to break the tension within herself.

"We'll see...." is Mary's only reply, continuing to stare into Tess's eyes. "My pussy is VERY tasty..and VERY difficult to resist."

Tess's nervous laughter trails off, the sexual tension again rising. The increase in the room temperature is already noticeable, and sweat is forming on Tess's breasts and abdomen. Mary's body is also beginning to glisten, small droplets forming on her upper chest.

For another two minutes they just watch one another, Mary looking into Tess's eyes and Tess alternating her gaze between Mary's eyes and every other part of her body, taking it all in. Tess is mesmerized, watching the sweat on Mary's chest come together in larger drops and run down her breasts, only to hang, suspended, from the tips of her nipples. Mary follows Tess's gaze back to her own breasts and smiles. Grasping her tits in both hands, she brings them up towards her mouth as she lowers her head, alternately licking the droplets from her nipples, her eyes never leaving Tess. After releasing her now sensitive breasts and straitening up, Mary decides it 's time to break the silence.

"So let's get to it. Do you still want to hear my story?"

During these two minutes Tess thought she was going to either explode or melt. The silence breaking is a surprise, a shock almost, but also a relief and; she exhales forcefully, relaxing.

"Go ahead. Shock me."

So Mary starts in on waxing Tess's poon while she tells her all about running into Sarah in the restroom and everything since. She finishes her story just as she finishes waxing Tess's rosebud, the last part she ever tackles. Tess is on her knees and elbows, her back arched gracefully up towards her butt.

By this point, the room feels like it's 100°. Both women are sweating profusely. The massage table is wet with sweat and slippery, with large drops dripping onto the table from Tess's nipples.

"I have to get the trimmer. I'll just be a sec...So what do you think of my story?"

"Are you kidding me!? I've never been so turned on by a story in my life, and...and...I don't even like girls! I'm surprised you're even asking. Isn't it obvious? My pussy's dripping again, I'm so hot!" Tess says breathily as she rolls back over for the trimming, the vinyl making squishing noises as she settles into a pool of her own sweat. "At least I think it is. I'm sweating so much, it's hard to tell. You've really got it warm in here."

"I'm quite comfortable. Maybe it's just you, getting all hot and bothered!...And I'm well aware of your current state of arousal. 'Dripping again'...really? I don't think it ever stopped! I think you protest your interest in Sapphic sex too much. You came all over me just based on the idea that I'm attracted to you. Now you look like you're ready to soak me again any second. I think you do like pussy, and mine particularly, now that it's in front of you. You've probably just never been in a situation that allowed you to explore that part of you." Fixing her eyes back on Tess's pussy, Mary comments, " Wow! Is that a beautiful site. Your juices adorn your swollen lips like dew on a blooming flower." Corny, but poetic...and it works for Tess, as Mary thought it would.

Tess blushes, not knowing what to say. The itch has returned with a vengeance. She lowers her knees until they're almost in line with the plane of her body, her feet coming together at the end of the table. Her pussy opens further, her juices dripping freely onto the table now. She doesn't know why she did it, and feels suddenly awkward about it; but she isn't sure how to recover. Quickly pulling her knees back together would be an admission that she has done something inappropriate.

"I came because I brushed my clit and allowed myself to act on the sexual urge it created. You being attracted to me only got my body primed. It didn't set it off," Tess defends herself, knowing her argument is weak.

Mary ignores it, preferring to focus on Tess, and Tess's assets.

"God, Tess. You do have a gorgeous pussy! What a waste. No man will ever appreciate the...gift of your womanhood... like another woman," Mary finishes, her voice at the same time mater-of-fact and sultry. "Have you ever even had a chance to be with another woman?"

"No, actually, I haven't. It's never interested me."

"Well, I'd say that you're interested now," Mary replies breathily, trying to further increase the sexual tension in the room. Mary sooo wants to dive into this succulent pool of womanly nectar before her. But she's an adult, and is determined to act like a mature one, while continuing her seduction of this prime piece of female temptations before her.

Changing the subject slightly, Mary says," So Tess. I'm going to have a slight problem trimming your strip. When you were on your knees and I was waxing your perfect ass, your juices ran forward into your hair patch. Either you need to clean it up, or I will have to...And to be honest, I don't think I can do that without my hand...wondering," she finishes with a grin.

Tess giggles. "Give me a towel. I'll take care of it. Thank you for your honesty...and also the perfect ass comment. I work very hard on it."

Mary hands her a towel. As she watches Tess clean herself up, Mary has another idea.

"You know, Tess. If you'd just let me remove that remaining strip, we wouldn't have to bother with the trimmer. Have you ever thought of going full Brazilian?"

Tess contemplates Mary's suggestion, not responding.

Mary continues: "It makes waxing a lot faster, since I don't have to worry about leaving that little strip, and no trimming. You'll be amazed at how much sexier it feels. There is nothing like having a totally bald pussy!" she concludes wickedly as she lightly strokes her own bald twat.

Very interested, but not wanting to commit...just yet, Tess stalls.

"How long have you been waxing yours?" she asks.

"Since I first got pubic hair. My Mom paid for laser hair removal for my 18th birthday, so I haven't had to even give it a second thought for years."

Tess puts the towel aside and begins to twirl her fingers through her strip, allowing the fingertips to drift south and lightly brush over her engorged clit, which is protruding from its hood a good half inch. Mary watches and licks her lips, making her interest in Tess's pussy obvious.

"May I feel it?" Tess asks.

"Excuse me?"

"May I...touch your pussy? Just to feel what the smooth skin feels like," Tess adds quickly, embarrassed, and intensely aroused.

"Absolutely!" Mary replies, as she steps down and picks up the step box.

She walks from the end of the table around to Tess's left, setting the box down and stepping up. Her pussy is inches from Tess's left shoulder, and less than a foot from her face. Tess is silent and dumbstruck, staring into Mary's beautiful, wet pussy. Reaching over and taking Tess's right hand, Mary places it over her sex, just above her slit. She rubs Tess's hand gently over her bald mound.

"Doesn't that feel nice? Like baby skin. So soft."

"Mmmm" is all Tess can say. Her hand is limp, allowing Mary to guide it over her mound.

Mary covers the back of Tess's hand fully with her own, the best she can, as Tess has larger hands, and rotates Tess's hand so her fingers are pointing down. Applying more pressure and pushing down, she guides Tess's hand down over her wet sex, rubbing Tess's fingers over her clit.

"Mmmmm," your hand feels nice on my pussy," Mary purrs.

She continues to rub her clit and pussy with Tess's hand, feeling no resistance from the owner. Feeling brave, and incredibly horny, Mary raises her right leg and places her foot on the table above Tess's head. Her pussy opens up fully, her juices running down her leg. Pushing Tess's hand even further down, Tess is now cupping Mary's entire sex, her finger tips brushing up against her rosebud.

Shifting her gaze from Tess's eyes over to her sex, Mary sees Tess's left hand masturbating her own pussy, all four fingers buried in her drooling box. Looking back at Tess and smiling, she decides it's time to take total control of the situation and finally land this prize.

"Sit up, please," Mary asks softly but firmly.

Tess pulls her hand out of her own pussy and tries to pull her other away from Mary.

"No, don't stop fucking yourself!" Mary says quickly as she releases Tess's hand and grabs her other arm by the wrist with her left hand. She uses her right to help Tess sit up as she pulls Tess's left hand towards her face; and proceeds to suck Tess's cum soaked fingers into her mouth. She notices that Tess is still keeping her right hand in contact with her cunt. After sucking Tess's fingers clean, Mary guides the hand back to where it came from, curling Tess's fingers backing into her drooling box with her left hand. Her right grinds the palm of Tess's hand into her cunt, humping her hand for several minutes. Finally she curls her fingers inward, forcing Tess's fingers into her hot snatch, humping her right hand while Tess continues humping her own left, Mary's palm pressing down on Tess's hand, increasing the pressure on Tess's clit. After another several minutes of this, Mary's body begins to convulse, her third orgasm of the afternoon beginning to wash over her, this one much more intense. Quickly removing Tess's hand from her pussy, Mary places her right hand on Tess's right breast and gropes it roughly. Transferring her weight forward onto her hands, pushing into Tess's body, Mary bends at her diaphragm, diving her face towards her own pussy.

Tess can't believe what she's seeing. She's never even heard of such a thing. She watches as Mary's mouth opens wide and engulfs her pussy, lapping up the juices flowing freely from her orgasm. It reminds her of a cat cleaning itself, but erotic...VERY erotic.

As Mary continues to feast on her own pussy, she slides her left hand down over Tess's and curls her fingers inward, pushing her own fingers into Tess's pussy, intertwining them with Tess's. Tess has never felt so full, and spreads her legs wider to allow her pussy to open further. After another minute, she begins to buck her hips once again, and can tell an orgasm is imminent.

Mary can tell also. Quickly, She stretches her body back upright and puts her right leg back on the step box. She smiles at Tess, looking deep into her eyes, as she leans in for an open mouth kiss. Tess sees it coming and opens her own mouth, accepting Mary's tongue invading her mouth. She tastes Mary's juices in her mouth and moans softly. The taste is...heavenly. Mary breaks away as she pushes down harder on Tess's pussy and gives Tess another smile, her own juices dripping down her chin. Tess just closes her eyes as she gives herself over to the orgasm that is quickly building in her honeypot.

Mary removes her hand from Tess's breast, puts her left knee up on the table next to Tess, and swings her right leg over her head, planting her other knee on the opposite side. Removing her own and Tess's hand from her pussy, Mary lowers her face over Tess's honey pot. Tess is startled by the removal of their hands from her pussy and opens her eyes, only to find a dripping pussy inches above her face. Within seconds, she feels her missing hand replaced by Mary's rough tongue on her clit and pussy. The sensation sends her over the edge, and she grabs Mary's legs, pulling her pussy down onto her own face, as she screams into Mary's pussy and squirts her juices into Mary's waiting mouth.

Mary swallows as fast as she can, while she grinds her own pussy into Tess's face, getting it slippery with her juices. Their sweaty bodies slide back and forth over one another, as they continue to hump each other's faces. After several minutes of both of them coming down from their sexual highs while gently licking each other's sexes, there's a knock on the door.

"Excuse me, Mary? It's Sarah. Are you almost done with Mrs. Jacobs? I'd like to discuss something with you."

Both Tess and Mary laugh. Mary, pivoting forward on her knees, raises her pussy off Tess's face, allowing Tess to speak.

"I'll bet she wants to talk to you. You've got her about as turned around as me, but without the satisfying conclusion," Tess giggles.

"So you enjoyed yourself, did you? Pussy's pretty good isn't it?" Mary ribs her. There's another knock on the door.

"That was amazing. I had no idea what I was missing....God, I'm exhausted. Now I really need that massage, and the rest of my wax."

"You want the full Monty?"

"Definitely. Take it all."

Mary collapses back down onto Tess, but further forward, so her pussy is resting between Tess's breasts and her head is between Tess's legs resting on the table.

"Mary, can I come in? Everyone's gone for the day; and I'd like to get going myself. But we need to talk first."

"Shit! We've gotta move before she just walks in," Tess declares, pushing Mary up.

Mary goes limp and refuses to budge..More knocking at the door.

"Why? I'm perrrfectly comfortable. I could lay on you all day," she responds.

"She's going to come in!" Tess says more emphatically.

"Good. She can finish your waxing and do your massage. I'm too beat."

"Are you crazy!?"

"No, just open about my sexuality. We haven't done anything wrong. We're both consenting adults," Mary finishes as she places her elbows on the table between Tess's legs and rests her chin on the backs of her interlaced fingers.

Before Tess can protest further, which she is about to do, Mary calls out towards the door.

"Come on in, Sarah. I need your help with something, anyway."

Sarah walks in saying," Sorry to interu..." Before her is Mary's smiling face, between Mrs. Jacobs legs, her body straddling Mrs. Jacob's own. Mary's bare ass is hiding most of Mrs. Jacob's head, which now pops up to look at Sarah, giving her an awkward, weak smile.

"Excuse me!" is all Sarah can manage as she quickly reverses direction and starts to back out the door.

"Wait, Sarah!" Mary calls out. "Come on in here. I told you I need your help."

Sarah stops backing up, frozen in the doorway.

"Do you mind coming in and shutting the door?" Mrs. Jacobs pipes up. "Mary may not mind being discovered by whomever might stroll by; but I certainly do."

"Oh, sorry, but I just said through the door that everyone's gone, including the other employees," Sarah replies as she steps back in the room and shuts the door behind her. "Even Georgette has taken off." She stands with her back against the door, taking in the scene, not sure what to say. The next thing she notices is the heat in the room. It's oppressive!

"So how are you enjoying wearing my underwear?" Mary asks, breaking the silence.

"Uh, fine...What's going on? Are you two...a couple?"

"Oh, nothing like that. I was just telling Tess about finding your panties in the bathroom while I was working on her waxing. One thing led to another, and bang, we were eating pussy like sex depraved animals," Mary explains, the smile never leaving her face.

"Can you please get off of me?" Tess asks. "And that's not EXACTLY what happened. You seduced me, you vixen," she adds, playfulness AND defensiveness in her voice.

"Certainly...lover." Mary gives Tess a wicked look as she supports her body on all fours and gazes back at Tess's face, looking down the length of her own body. Sweat continues to drip from her nipples onto Tess's body. She then laughs and hops off the table. Tess sits up, her feet still soul to soul, her knees still lying out over the edges of the table. This gives Sarah a very clear view of Tess's flushed pussy, the lips protruding and damp.

"I, I didn't know either of you were homosexual," Sarah stammers.

"She's not, at least as far as she knew," Mary replies, giggling. "Though she may have to reevaluate her sexuality. I, on the other hand, am bisexual, and always have been."

"Ohh, I still like the meat stick," Tess offers.

Neither woman makes any move to cover up. Tess because she's too exhausted and not thinking about it, and Mary because she really doesn't care.

"So, I'll ask again," Mary continues. "How do my panties feel? Comfy, I trust?"

"I said they're fine, thanks...Why did you take mine and dump yours?"

"I told you. I'm bisexual. And I'm generally horny. I found your panties in the trash bin, and found the aroma...intoxicating. I simply had to put them on. At the time I didn't realize they were yours."

"Can I have them back, please?"

"Sure. They're over there on the floor. They're still probably pretty damp. You soaked them pretty thoroughly, and I've since added my own juices to them."

Sarah's head snaps up.

"You...came in my panties?"

"Yes, I did. It wasn't intentional, but when Tess here squirted her joy juice all over my clothes, it kinda set me off."

Sarah turns to Tess, who blushes hard.

Lowering her head, Tess says apologetically "My family are squirters. I can't help it...God, this is embarrassing!" She buries her face in her hands, laughing uncomfortably.

"Hey, it's okay!" Mary assures her. "You were awesome. And you're a beautiful, sensual, sexual woman. I haven't had sex that good in quite a while," she finishes as she wraps an arm around Tess, comforting her.

Looking back at Sarah, she asks "Can I have my panties back? Or would you prefer to keep mine and I'll keep yours?"

"I'll take mine back, thanks."

"Okay, then strip and give me mine please."

Sarah looks from Mary to Tess, and back to Mary, with an are-you-crazy? look.

"What? We're both nude, and just had amazing sex. What's the big deal with you taking your clothes off next to that?"

"Are you okay with me changing in here, Mrs. Jacobs?"

"Tess, please," she responds as she lifts her head to address Sarah. She looks totally drained. She nods her approval.

Sarah begins to kick off her shoes and remove her pants as she says "God, it's hot in here!"

Having removed her pants, Sarah hooks her thumbs in the panties and pulls them down, stepping out of them. She picks them up, and extends them towards Mary as she walks towards her.

Mary takes them and brings them up to her nose, inhaling deeply, as she checks out Sarah's VERY hairy bush.

"Ahhh! God, you smell great! And what a hair patch! I haven't seen a bush that large since my mother's. Your clean bikini line only accentuates it. Different..."

Sarah glares at her for a few seconds, and walks over to the underwear pile on the floor. Picking up her own panties, she feels the crotch.

"Damn. It's still soaked. I can't put these on yet. Guess I'll have to go commando for now."

Turning back to where she had dropped her pants, she sees Mary pick them up and begin to neatly fold them.

"Uh. Thanks, but that really isn't necessary. I need to put them back on," Sarah says as she walks up to take her pants back.

As she reaches for them, Mary steps away, extending her hand holding the pants away from Sarah.

"Hold on a sec., will ya? Before I give these back to you, I need to discuss something with you," Mary explains.

"And what's that?"

"I never finished up Tess's waxing because, well, I got too distracted by the sex. I'd like you to finish it, and then give her a massage. We never got to that, either."

Looking at Tess, Sarah asks "Are you okay with that, Mrs. Jacobs?"

"Whatever. I'm too tired to care who does what. And again, call me Tess, please."

"Okay, Tess." Turning to Mary, she asks "Why can't you just do it yourself?"

"Well, initially, when you first knocked and I thought of it, I was pretty exhausted from having three orgasms within an hour, so I just wanted to relax and have you finish up. But now, I'm feeling rather refreshed, and could do it. But, honestly, I'd rather watch you do it..."

"Fine" Sarah replies, as she picks up the step box and moves it back the end of the table, her lower half still exposed. She doesn't even try to get her pants back. Honestly, it's too damn hot in the room to put them back on.

"naked."

"Excuse me?" Sarah says, her head snapping around to focus on Mary.

"I said...naked. We both are, and I'd like you to be. It doesn't seem like you have a problem with nudity. And, frankly, I'd like to...study your bush while you work. I've never had one, or known anyone with a bush as thick as yours. It's interesting to me. Besides, I've always wanted to see your massive tits."

Sarah looks at Mary as if she's looking at a crazy person. She then looks over at Tess for her reaction to Mary's bizarre request.

"Doesn't matter to me either way. It's a strange request; but I don't see the harm. Mary's obviously still pretty cranked up, so you can humor her...or not."

Sarah looks back at Mary, contemplating how this afternoon had someone spun completely out of reality. The exhibitionist part of her is getting really turned on, especially after Mary's comment about wanting to see her tits. The earlier conversation with Dan and his proposition isn't hurting, either. "If I'm ever going to have sex in front of other people, in front of cameras, I'd better at LEAST be able to be comfortable nude in front of a couple of women," she says to herself.

"Please?" Mary implores her.

"Oh, whatever. What do I care?" she replies as she pulls her blouse over her head. "Actually, it's a relief. It's too damn hot in here for clothes. To let you in on a little secret, I used to basically live like a nudist in my own home before I had my kids," she continues as she removes her bra, freeing her massive EE-cup breasts, the nipples protruding about an eighth of an inch. They bounce free as Sarah throws her bra over by her shoes and blouse. She lifts and caresses the bottom of her breasts, where sweat has already formed from the heat. Her hands slide freely against her skin as she hefts them up.

"God, I hate bras! I always look forward to the end of the day when I can free the girls from those damn things."

"If I had tits like yours, I'd refuse to wear one," Mary proclaims. "They're too impressive to cover up."

"Well, thank you!"

Sarah is enjoying the feel of her slippery hands on her breasts. She is beginning to get wet again, the two ladies watching her caress her breasts exciting the exhibitionist part of her.

"They are nice," Tess agrees. "And very little sag. You could probably pull off going braless."

"Nah. My nipples get too erect when I get turned on. They would show through too much."

"Really? They don't seem that pronounced," Mary responds, walking up to the side of the table for a better look. "Nice and pert, but not so much that it would be a problem, unless you're wearing a thin fabric."

"This is almost relaxed for my nipples. They aren't that excited right now," Sarah explains. "But watch how they grow."

Sarah grabs her nipples between her index fingers and thumbs and begins to rub and pull on them. They are slippery; and her fingers keep slipping off the tips. They quickly begin to distend to about a quarter inch.

"Well, that's not too bad," Tess opines as she begins stroking her own nipples. "Mine stick out further than that. See?"

Mary and Sarah look at Tess's expanding nipples.

"That's more than mine will grow. They max. out at about quarter of an inch," Mary confesses.

"This is only about half way," Sarah assures them, getting frustrated that they seem to have stalled in their arousal. She pulls on them harder, squeezing her breasts at the same time, trying to increase her arousal. Looking up from her chest, she concedes defeat.

"Damn! I'm just not sexually aroused enough to show you; but believe me, girls, they extend to over half an inch! Usually I play with my nipples as part of foreplay when I masturbate; and they get long and firm quickly. But I suppose they don't really max out until I'm actually playing with my pussy."

"You're probably also being held back by our presence," Tess offers. "I imagine you don't generally masturbate in front of other people."

"No...not...generally," Sarah laughs, felling slightly awkward and embarrassed that she can't just say "No" honestly, as if they know something they couldn't possibly know. "But in this instance I think having you two watch has actually helped me get this far. Oh well, I give up."

As Sarah's hands begin to drop from under her breasts, Mary reaches over and places her hands over Sarah's, pushing them back and keeping them in place under her breasts.

"Maybe you just need a little help," Mary suggests, as she begins to run her fingernails over Sarah's nipples.

Sarah is shocked, and speechless. She looks from Mary, who's smiling right back at her, over to Tess, who just shrugs.

"What do you want me to say? I told her, I don't know how many times, that I wouldn't have sex with her, and what happened? She gave me one...no, two!! of the best orgasms of my life! Give her a chance. I'd really like to see how big your nipples can get."

Sarah thinks about it for a few seconds, Mary still teasing her nipples with her fingertips. They begin to respond. "This is certainly one way to see if I'm cut out for porn," goes through her mind.

"Well, okay," Sarah acquiesces, pulling her hands free of Mary's and resting them on Tess's upper thighs. Moving around behind Sarah, Mary reaches forward under Sarah's armpits, cupping her massive jugs from both sides.

Mary continues to play with Sarah's nipples for several minutes, as Sarah moans softly and closes her eyes. They are now at 3/8 of an inch.

"Tess, can you get off the table for a few minutes?" Mary requests. "Sarah says they'll grow to over half an inch and we're not there yet. I'd like to have her lay down so I can get better access."

"Sure," Tess agrees as she pulls her legs back towards her and swings off the right side of the massage table, leaving a puddle of her sweat behind.

"What?" Sarah asks, opening her eyes after feeling Tess's legs pulling away from her hands. She had become lost in the sensation of another woman's hands on her sensitive nipples. "What's going on?"

"We're moving you," Mary explains. "I'd like you to lay down on the table so I can work on your nipples more comfortably. They're not as long as you claim yet."

Looking down at her nipples, Sarah checks them out.

"Oh, okay." Looking at the table, she says "Let me get a towel quick to clean up the table."

"No. Leave it." Mary demands, somewhat sharply. Continuing in a softer tone, "I personally enjoy lying in a pool of my lover's sweat. It's...enveloping!".

Sarah gives Mary a "Whatever, you nut job" look, and lies down on the table, the vinyl again making squishing noises as Sarah settles into Tess's puddle. Sarah senses that she's not only being enveloped in sweat, but also female love juices, the mixture making a pleasing aroma. Closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, she stretches her arms out over her head and allows them to go limp on the table. She closes her eyes and relaxes.

Mary steps over next to Sarah and begins running her fingernails all over her breasts, circling the nipples and scratching over the top occasionally. Sarah purrs from the pleasure. After several minutes, Sarah feels something wet on her left nipple. Opening her eyes, she finds Mary tracing circles around her nipple with her tongue. She doesn't protest, just looks over to Tess to see her reaction. Tess has pulled up a chair and is squirming in it, clearing becoming aroused. She closes her eyes again and moans a bit more. Mary's left hand continues to play with her right breast.

After a couple of more minutes of licking and then sucking on Sarah's left breast, Mary stops to check out her work. Sarah's nipples are pushing half an inch in length; but she's not sure she's gotten them as long as possible, though she can see how this could be a problem if not wearing a bra. She notices that the right nipple, that she hasn't been licking or sucking, is a bit shorter.

"Tess, why don't you take over on the right one, and I'll stick to the left. I think the sucking is what's really getting them up."

Sarah opens her eyes hearing this, and turns to her right to Tess to see her reaction. Tess's left leg is draped over the chair's arm and her right hand is stroking her pussy, while her left is roughly twisting her own left nipple. She looks deeply into Sarah's eyes and smiles.

"I'd love to...lover," Tess responds breathily, looking at Mary.

Sarah smiles, relaxes, and closes her eyes again, enjoying all of the attention. "Maybe I really could have sex in front of other people. This certainly feels VERY comfortable," she thinks.

Tess pulls her chair right up next to the table and grasps as much of Sarah's breast as she can with her right hand, while with her left she goes back to playing with her pussy. Both Mary and Tess lower their mouths towards Sarah's nipples, looking into each other's eyes as they do. As they begin to suckle and lick Sarah's nipples, Sarah cries out, her body finally coming around to full arousal.

"Oh, my God! Oh, yes! That feels wonderful!"

Sarah moves her arms from above her head and rests her hands on the two ladies heads, caressing their hair as she pushes their mouths down harder onto her tits. Tess actually thinks she can feel Sarah's nipple expand in her mouth. She sucks harder. Sarah begins to buck and crosses her legs, trying to apply some pressure onto her dripping pussy.

Mary sees this out of the corner of her eye, and wanders her left hand down to Sarah's bush. She begins to run her fingertips through it. She finds it not so much thick as just long and very curly. It's actually fairly sparse. But it is damp with sweat. As she continues to work her fingertips towards Sarah's slit, Sarah uncrosses her legs and pulls her feet up and together, dropping her knees, as Tess had earlier. Seeing Sarah open herself to further sexual exploration, and feeling that Sarah is now open to, and sexually connected with, Mary and Tess, she flattens her hand over Sarah mound and slides her hand forward, searching out her clit. Finding it quickly, she continues to slide her hand over it, allowing it to slide between her index and middle fingers. As Mary's fingers complete their pass over Sarah's clit, and it catches in the crook of her fingers, she begins to rub Sarah's outer lips, keeping her fingers side-by-side and moving them back and forth. Sarah's pussy opens up, allowing Mary's fingers to delve into her folds. Mary continues to slowly rub Sarah's outer lips, as she begins to bite her left nipple lightly, puling as she does.

"OHHH!!" Sarah cries, and bucks against Mary's hand.

Mary continues to minister to the outside of Sarah's pussy, making the pleasure last and intensify slowly, not wanting to make her cum until she is truly ready to explode. After several more minutes, during which Sarah has gone from bucking to almost convulsing, it's become so violent, Mary feels another hand slide down her arm and on top of her own. Looking up without releasing the nipple in her mouth, she sees Tess smiling at her, her own mouth full of distended nipple. Tess looks from Mary down to their hands on Sarah's sweaty sex, willing Mary to follow her gaze. Mary does. Tess pushes down on Mary's hand and curls her fingers, forcing both sets of fingers into Sarah's freely flowing honey pot. Sarah cries out loudly and brings her feet up together, right up to her pussy, her heels forcing the two lady's hands deeper into her pussy, while at the same time opening herself up as much as possible. After maybe 10 seconds, Sarah crosses the threshold and has a MASSIVE orgasm. Her juices run out of her pussy and between Mary and Tess's fingers profusely. She continues to buck against their hands for a full minute.

Once Sarah calms down, Tess and Mary remove their hands, keeping their fingers intertwined. Mary walks around the head of the table, never letting go of Tess's hand. They come together and engage in a tongue lashing kiss. Tess lowers her right hand to her side, pulling Mary's along with it. Once at her side, Tess disengages her slippery hand a and reaches for Mary's pussy, brushing over her clit and then pushing her fingers into Mary's wet box. Mary does the same to Tess. After several minutes of them finger fucking each other, Mary pulls her fingers out and raises her hand to Tess's mouth, offering her the tasty treat. Tess greedily sucks Mary's fingers into her mouth; and removes her own hand from Mary's poon, offering her the same treat. Mary, too, sucks the fingers greedily.

"Uhh...girls?" Sarah interrupts, her breathing still labored. "My nipples are going to relax, at least some, quickly. If you want to see them at their best, you'd better take a look.

Mary and Tess pull apart and turn to Sarah. They both get wide eyes as they view Sarah's incredibly erect nipples.

"Holy shit, Babe!" Mary exclaims. "I think you undersold them! Not only are they a good half inch long, but I'd guess they're a at least half an inch across!"

"Damn! These are the nicest, sexiest nipples I've ever seen!" Tess chimes in.

"But still, I wouldn't worry about not wearing a bra with these babies. It took quite a bit of stimulation to get you to this point. That's not bound to happen just going through your day, possibly having a fantasy or two," Mary adds assuringly, remembering the reason this entire sexual...event, happened.

"I don't know," Sarah says. "They sure felt this big and firm when I was talking to Dan earlier."

"What exactly did you two talk about, anyway?" Mary inquires. "And don't give me any crap about summer vacations."

Sitting up on the table and pivoting to her right side, where Mary and Tess are, she replies " Why don't I tell you while I finish Tess's waxing. Full Brazilian, was it?" She wiggles her butt into the ever larger pool of fluids on the table, now consisting of all three ladies' sweat and love juices.

"Absolutely!" Tess replies as they switch places.

Tess lies back on the table as Sarah takes up her position between her legs. Rolling the supply tray into reach.

"I'm going to have to clean you up a bit first. Your juices may prevent the wax from grabbing properly," Sarah explains as she begins to rub Tess's pussy with a hand towel, inadvertently stimulating her clit as she brushes over it.

"Oh! Easy!" I've had enough stimulation for one day!"

"Sorry, Tess."

"Talk about juices! Take a look at your own!" Mary interjects.

Sarah looks down and sees pearls of her juices all throughout her lower bush. She reaches towards it with the hand towel.

"Please stop!" Mary says quickly, somewhat imploringly.

"What?" Sarah asks, looking at Mary.

"Please, let me take care of cleaning you up...Please?" she ends, looking deep into Sarah's eyes.

Sarah is silent for just a few moments, and then smiles broadly, realizing what she wants to do.

"Sure, I 'd love for you to!"

Mary comes over as Sarah steps back off the step. Stepping aside, she allows Mary to kneel down on the floor between the step box and the table, her back to the table. Her lower legs extend beneath the table, so her back is up against it. Sarah moves the step box back and steps up on it. Her pussy is at chin level with Mary.

"You do your thing and I'll do mine," Sarah says.

Reaching around Sarah's ass and grasping her cheeks, Mary begins sucking the juice off Sarah's bush, munching it like cotton candy, being careful not to make contact with Sarah's probably still sensitive pussy, simply enjoying the flavor..and the musky odor emanating from her bush. Meanwhile, since Mary IS being careful not to further stimulate her, Sarah goes about completing Tess's waxing. Since Mary had already completed the tough parts, it didn't take long. 3 strips and it was basically done. A few more minutes of tweezing the strays, and Tess's pussy was bare.

"There you go," Sarah announces only 5 minutes after she started. "You're all done. Bald as a baby's bottom."

Tess sits up to check out her new poon, while Mary pushes Sarah back, getting up from the floor. Standing up, she too checks out Tess's new look.

"Now doesn't that look nice?" Mary addresses them both. "Your alabaster skin looks totally hot hairless!"

"Oh! It's sensitive! Like the rest of my bikini line was the first few times I got waxed."

"But do you like it?" Mary asks again, her fingertips lightly brushing over the newly exposed sensitive flesh.

"Oh, definitely."

"I agree. It is VERY nice," Sarah concurs. "Shall we move on to the massage?"

"Yes...please. I need a massage more than ever. I'm so tired!"

"Ha, ha. Mary wore us both out!" Sarah responds as she gestures for Tess to roll over onto her stomach. As Tess rolls over, she almost slides off the table, it's gotten so slippery.

"Woops!" Sarah exclaims as she reaches over and catches Tess's side. As she grabs for Tess, Sarah almost slips on the tile floor. Her own feet are slippery with sweat and there's a fair amount puddled on the floor around the table. All three women have been sweating profusely. Sarah centers Tess on the table, finding she can slide her around almost as easily as you can move a person floating on their back in a pool.

"We need some water," Sarah declares. "The way we're all sweating, we'll dehydrate."

Sarah walks over to the mini frig and opens it, stopping to relish in the blast of cold air.

"God, that's refreshing!" she sighs, as she grabs 3 bottles of water. She walks back and hands one to Tess, tossing another to Mary. All three take a minute to drink the bottles down.

"Wow!" Tess remarks, wiping her brow. "I didn't realize how thirsty I was!"

Mary nods her agreement, collecting the empty bottles and tossing them in the recycling bin. She then takes a seat by the wall, lightly playing with her pussy as she watches the other two.

"Would you like a towel cover?" Sarah asks as Tess gets comfy.

"What? Seriously?" Tess laughs. "I think we're way beyond covering up here."

"I agree. But it's policy to ask," Sarah explains as she begins rubbing oil into Tess's shoulders and upper back.

"Is it policy to seduce your clients and allow them to gratify you sexually?" Tess inquires, still chuckling.

"I don't think so. Just a nice perk!" Sarah jokes. "But I didn't seduce anyone."

"I was referring to Mary on that one."

"I didn't hear any complaints when your juices were gushing all over me," Mary retorts.

"That's true," both Tess and Sarah say in unison. All three laugh again.

"So tell us what happened with Dan earlier," Mary requests.

"Who's Dan?"

"A client of ours who makes porno movies for a living," Mary answers. "It was after a conversation with him this afternoon that Sarah had to shed her panties, they were so soaked with her pussy juices."

"So tell us what happened," Tess agrees.

"Okay. Let's see...where to start?"

Sarah continues the massage as she tells her story, working her way from the upper back down to the lower and onto Tess's bottom. Tess hums to herself quietly, clearly enjoying the massage and the story, as Mary continues to play with herself, listening intently. Given what they've already shared, Sarah feels she can get away with giving Tess a much more intimate massage, one she's always wished she could get from Dan, but never has. Moving to Tess's left side, Sarah works the fingers of her right hand into Tess's left butt cheek, her left hand pushing into the lower-most back muscles on the same side. She grips the entire cheek with her hand, her fingers slipping into Tess's ass crack as she works the small muscles of her pelvic floor. Tess spreads her legs a bit farther and purrs her appreciation. Sarah's fingers slip into her pussy, and she massages the muscles from the inside.

Tess's body responds and her juices begin to flow once again. She lifts her butt and pulls her legs in so she's on her knees, legs spread, her ass in the air. Sarah moves back to the end of the table.

"Back up towards me, Doll," Sarah requests.

Tess complies, knee walking back until her feet are hanging over the edge, her ass and pussy inches from Sarah's body. Sarah goes back to massaging Tess's left lower hip area, her fingers again sliding easily into her dripping poon, working the muscles from the inside. Her left hand begins working the back of the left upper thigh.

"God, this is heaven!" Tess exclaims. "I need to get all of my massages like this! It's sooo much better! Relaxing and arousing at the same time."

"Maybe from Sarah or I," Mary says, giggling. "But I don't think the rest of the staff would be terribly comfortable with it...though you don't know 'til you ask. You never know. You're the client."

Mary gets up from her seat and joins Sarah at the end of the table. Sarah moves to the left side of the table, keeping her hand in Tess's poon, but shifting her left hand to work Tess's quadricep. Mimicking her motions on Tess's right side, the fingers of her left hand sliding into Tess's pussy to join Sarah's easily, she begins to work the muscles of Tess's right quadricep and lower hip.

"OH...MY...GOD!! I wonder if I could get Georgette to do this for me," Tess laughs.

"Ha! I doubt it; but it would be interesting," Sarah opines. "She's actually quite an attractive older woman. She's probably in her fifties, considering how long she's had this business; but looks to be in her late 30's or early 40's. I've known her through our church for almost five years now; but have never found out her age. She's a very nice woman; but pretty conservative. We go to a VERY conservative church."

Georgette is the owner; and is actually in her upper 50's. Sarah has known her since she was a teenager, when she babysat Georgette's and her husband, Kyle's, kids. They live on the west side of Naperville, within blocks of the church the Larsons still drive to every Sunday. A very good looking woman for her age, her hair is completely white, though her skin is still very firm, making her look like someone younger who went white early in life. Mary and Sarah laugh at the suggestion.

"Well, YOU go to this very conservative church, and just look at what you've been up to this afternoon." Mary points out.

"Hmm, you've got a point. You never really know, do you?" Sarah agrees. "Georgette IS pretty hot for her age. I wouldn't mind tasting that succulent, perfectly aged poon.

Tess and Mary giggle.

"So what are you going to tell Dan tomorrow?" Mary asks, getting back to Sarah's story. "You'd be awesome in a MILF flick. It sounds fun. Hell, if he needs any younger girls, I'd be interested!"

"Me too!" Tess adds. "As long as my husband never sees it...On the other hand, it might make a great Father's Day gift. Really put some more spark in our sex life!...Not that's it's bad now."

"Do you really think he'd be okay with it?" Mary asks incredulously.

"I don't know; but probably. I know he's going to lose his load when I tell him about how I spent my afternoon! He's been trying to get me into a threesome with another woman since we were dating. When that never went anywhere, he suggested swinging, thinking if I fucked another guy while he did the wife, I might get interested in joining them. My husband is a total horn dog!"

"Well, I'll let him know that I have a couple possibilities for him," Sarah replies. "I'm sure he'd be interested. Your bodies are incredible. You, Mary, are sexually aggressive, and creative. You, Tess, are beautiful almost beyond words, with the most gorgeous alabaster pussy I can even imagine...I don't know what I'm going to tell him about me. Though I'm certainly more interested, and willing, now than I was an hour ago."

"Awe, thank you, Sarah!" Tess says. "That's the nicest compliment I've ever received from anyone, and way too gracious. I'm no different than anyone else."

Sarah turns to Mary. "Am I exaggerating?"

"Not even a little bit. Tess, I've been attracted to you for a reason. You're drop-dead gorgeous! It's not like I have a problem meeting and bedding women. The reason I've never approached you isn't just because you're my client, it's because I thought you were WAY out of my league!"

You guys are too good to me," Tess replies, blushing profusely at the compliments. "I'm going to have to tip you both..huge!"

"Oh, please," Sarah replies. "You helped give me one of the best orgasms of my life. I should be tipping you!"

"I'm glad I could be a part of it."

"Okay, time to turn you over. Mary, I can take it from here. Why don't you go have a seat."

Mary withdraws her fingers from Tess's pussy and her right hand from her leg. Walking back to her seat, she licks and sucks her fingers clean, enjoying the Irish beauty's delectable taste. Tess rolls onto her back and scootches back up on the table. Sarah climbs up on the table, on her knees, straddling Tess's lower torso. She begins to work the front of Tess's shoulders and down to her breasts, kneading them thoroughly. She smiles down at Tess, who is taking the opportunity to examine every inch of Sarah's gorgeous body before her. Every freckle on her enormous jugs, every crease in her abs when they flex as she bears down on Tess's chest. As Sarah continues to work the front of Tess's body, she relaxes a bit onto Tess, her bush brushing against Tess's newly exposed poon.

"Oh! That tickles!" Tess exclaims as she reaches up to caress Sarah's magnificent breasts, paying special attention to her nipples.

"Sorry," Sarah replies, and lightly moans her approval as she allows her knees to slide out, her sex coming into contact with Tess's. She continues to massage Tess's breasts as Tess responds by humping up into Sarah's pussy.

"Mmmmm!" Sarah responds, gripping Tess's breasts roughly, her fingernails biting into the tender flesh, drawing blood. She lowers her head and begins humping Tess back, grinding her pussy into Tess's.

"Unggh!!" Tess cries out, the pain in her breasts exciting her further.

She grips Sarah's nipples, now at their full size again, firmly, pulling on them almost cruelly as her fingers slide over them. Sarah cries out in pain, and a moment later Tess's fingers slip off the end of her nipples, pinching them as they pass the tips. The sensation is incredible, and Sarah looks into Tess's eyes, her hands loosening their grips on Tess's jugs.

"God, that hurt! But it felt so great when your fingers slipped off the tips. It was like an electric shock!"

Sarah, closing her eyes again, continues humping Tess's sex, her nails digging back into her breasts. Tess grasps Sarah's forearms and closes her own eyes, grunting in unison with Sarah as they hump each other, the pain in her breasts only adding to her sexual excitement. She knows she is about to cum.

"OH SHIT! I'M...GOING...TO...CUMMMM!" Tess screams out, her pussy juice shooting out of her and splashing off the back of Sarah's pussy and ass. Mary sees Tess bucking and jumps out of her chair, rushing over to kneel behind Sarah. She begins lapping up Tess's juices, dripping off Sarah's pussy and rosebud, and running down her ass. As she tongues Sarah's sensitive rosebud, Sarah begins bucking back into Mary's face, having her own orgasm and adding her juices to the tantalizing cocktail Mary is greedily lapping up, sucking the juice from Sarah's dripping snatch.

After several minutes, Sarah calms down and releases her grip on Tess's breasts, seeing that she's drawn blood as she looks up.

"Oh my God, Tess! I'm so sorry!" she says as pushes Mary away, getting up and off the table. She steps up next to the table, caressing Tess's injured breasts. "I am so, so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it," Tess assures her, stroking her arm lightly. "I actually enjoyed it. You made me cum again...after already having had two orgasms in less than an hour. Now that's never happened! Lucky me!"

"Why don't we get cleaned up?" Mary suggests. "I can't believe I'm the one saying this, but it's getting late."

"Yea, it is; but I've got one thing I'd like you to do for me first," Sarah responds.

"What's that?"

"I'd like you to give me a full Brazilian."

"Really?" Mary replies. "I was just thinking earlier how much I like that your bush really holds onto your scent. I think it would make eating your pussy much more of a sensory feast, both taste AND scent. I was hoping to find out."

"I'll tell you what. You can eat my pussy now, in all of its hairy glory, wax it bald, and sample it again after. If Tess wants to stick around, and assuming I don't pass out from too much sexual exertion, we can both listen to your comparison of the two. What do you think, Tess."

"Oh, I can definitely stick around; but I don't appreciate being left out. I'd like to eat your pussy before and after also."

"Damn! I'm not sure I can handle that much stimulation. My poor puss is going to be raw! Why don't you two share the experience? I'm pretty flexible," she suggests as she hops up on the table.

Lying down, Sarah scootches towards to the end, her bottom slightly hanging over. She places one foot on each side of the table, over the edge, pushing against the leg corners as she spreads her knees until they're level with her body, her pussy as exposed as it can be. Her hair is soaking up the pool of fluids in the middle of the table.

"Come and get it, ladies!"

Mary & Tess step up to Sarah's sex, Mary on the left and Tess on the right. They both run their hands over Sarah's upturned inner thighs and trail their fingertips lightly towards her pussy, working in a mirror-like synchronicity, as if they are acting with one mind. They tease the tender flesh between her pussy and rosebud as they turn to one another and share a kiss. Sarah is already tingling and moaning from the light touch. Kneeling down, they both approach Sarah's pussy and take turns planting light kisses on the inflamed lips, occasionally biting and pulling on one. This continues for quite awhile. Sarah raises her ass in response, her moans increasing.

"Don't tease me so much! Eat my pussy, please!"

The ladies dive in, their faces cheek-to-cheek, their tongues swirling around each other's within the folds of Sarah's pussy. Their noses buried in Sarah's bush, the smell IS intoxicating. Eventually, Mary drops lower to begin circling her tongue around her rosebud, lifting Sarah's ass for better access, while Tess goes higher to lick and suck her clit.

Sarah begins to buck wildly, gripping her breasts and twisting her sweaty nipples as she cries out.

"OHH! FUCK!...OH...MY...GOD!...AHHHHH!!" Sarah screams as she cums, and then collapses, losing consciousness.

Her hands slip from her breasts and hang limp over the floor. Her feet slide down the table legs and dangle. Her body begins to slide to her left as the momentum of that leg falling pulls her off-balance on the slippery table. Mary & Tess quickly stand up and stop her from falling, pushing her further up the table and lifting her legs up onto it. Having gotten her safely positioned, they position themselves on either side of her, stroking her hair as they try to rouse her. Her breathing is calming down and she's smiling. Sarah is now more asleep than unconscious. The ladies continue to stroke her hair while they tease her nipples.

After a couple of minutes, Sarah begins to purr as she wakes.

"Mmmmm, that was wonderful! Thank you so much, ladies." Opening her eyes, she looks back and forth into theirs. "My lovers. You're so good to me," she sighs. Putting her hands behind her head, she gets serious.

"So, what did you think? Does the bush do anything for you?"

"It was awesome!" Mary replies. "I love your bush. Please keep it!"

"Tess, what do you think?"

"I do love your scent, which your bush does seem to hold onto; but having just had my own poon waxed bare... and loving it, I wouldn't deny you that pleasure."

"So there we have it. A split decision. So I cast the deciding vote. And I vote for...bald pussy!"

"Awwwe!" Mary whines, dejected.

"Hey, it'll grow back, if I decide I don't like it gone. You can always hope!" Sarah consoles her newfound lover.

"Yea, I guess. If not, I can always look for some other hairy pussy to eat," she responds, smiling. "Maybe Georgette's! Though I doubt it'll taste or smell as good as yours."

"Awe, thank you...Now, down to business. Wax this pussy, will ya?!"

"Sure," Mary agrees, as Sarah relaxes back.

Tess goes over and takes a seat, needing time to recover herself. She sits down on one of the plastic and steel chairs, thinking it's a good thing that they are, and not covered in fabric. They'd be ruined if they were. She wiggles her ass on the slippery seat, enjoying the feel of the rough plastic pulling slightly on her lower lips as she moves side to side.

Mary gets to work on Sarah's bush, first trimming it down to half an inch. She works from the outside in, first cleaning up the bikini line and anal area. This is familiar territory to Sarah, and she doesn't think anything of the slight discomfort as Mary yanks the strips off her body. Mary then applies the wax and strips to the her upper pubic mound, stopping just shy of her pussy. As she yanks the first strip off, Sarah cries out, the pain surprising her.

"OWE!" she cries, taking a deep breath as the sting subsides. "That certainly hurt more than I thought it would."

"You baby!" Mary chides her. "Tess didn't make a sound. Besides, if it helps, that's nothing compared to the pain you're going to feel when I remove the hair from your lips. Particularly since they're sensitive right now due to sexual stimulation. Focus on that, and this bit here won't seem so bad," Mary suggests, giving her a sarcastic grin.

"Ouch!" Tess laughs. "This is going to be hard to watch."

"Gosh, thanks. Something to look forward to," Sarah replies wryly.

Mary goes back to removing the strips. Sarah clenches her jaw and takes it, only uttering a soft grunt after each strip. It's over quickly enough, though cleanup of the few hairs that didn't stick to the wax is still to come. Mary will take care of those last. Next comes the hard part: the hair on the outer lips and around the clit. Mary applies the wax and strips, trying to cover as much area as possible with each strip. She wants to minimize the number of pulls for Sarah. She manages to cover most of it with just two strips, one on each side. She supposes that it will hurt a bit more taking so much at once; but at this level of pain, she doubts it'll make a difference. It's going to hurt, ALOT, regardless.

"Are you ready?"

"No, but go on. Get it ove...AHHHH!!" Sarah screams. "FUCK!!"

"Sorry. Thought the anticipation might be worse than the actual removal. Guess not."

"Jesus, Mary. A little warning, will ya?"

"Got it. On the bright side, you're already half done!"

"Great!" She replies sarcastically. "You're really lifting my spir...AHHHH!! SHIT!! You did it again!"

Tess starts laughing her ass of, falling off the chair doubled up in laughter.

"Yea, but you're done, except for the clean-up. Didn't not knowing it was coming help even a little bit?"

"Tess! Thanks for the support!" Sarah barks, turning her attention away from Mary, and trying to ignore the fire in her crotch. She props herself up, leaning back against her elbows.

"I'm sorry!" Tess manages to get out between fits of laughter. She really caught you off-guard! The shocked look on your face, being cut off midsentence, it's funny, trust me. And in Mary's defense, I think she did the right thing."

While Sarah and Tess are talking, Mary quickly applies more wax and strips, pulling up most of the remaining hairs. Sarah winces but doesn't say anything. Mary is all business now, wanting to finish up this torture of her lover and hopefully new friend. She grabs a tweezers and plucks the few remaining hairs.

"There. All done."

Sarah looks down at her fiery red crotch. She closes her legs, trying to will the remaining pain away.

Tess comes over to inspect Mary's work. She kneels in front of the table and spreads Sarah's legs, wanting an up-close look.

"Nice job! Looks VERY tender, though. Maybe this will help."

Tess leans her face into Sarah's pussy; and gently licks her outer lips. She Starts from just in front of her rosebud and follows the left lip up, one edge of her tongue just catching the inside edge of the other lip. She then starts over, licking the other side. Tess's mouth fills with the sweet-salty taste of sweat and pussy juice.

"Mmmmmmm, that really helps," Sarah sighs as she relaxes back onto the table.

"Allow me to further distract you," Mary offers, as she moves to Sarah's right side and starts licking long circles around her breast, working the circle in tighter as she "climbs" Sarah's breasts with her tongue, gradually reaching the "summit" and circling the sensitive nipple.

After several passes over Sarah's engorged lips, Tess can't resist the pot of gold in front of her any longer. She reaches under Sarah's legs, grasping her hips and pulling her into her face. She opens her mouth wide and clamps her mouth over as much of Sarah's pussy as she can, her tongue darting forward into those inviting soft wet folds. Sarah responds immediately, wrapping her legs around Tess's neck, pulling her in tighter, beginning to moan.

Mary feels Sarah's body moving; and pops up off her breast to see what's going on. Seeing Tess is already sampling Sarah's goodies, she climbs up on the table, her legs behind Sarah's head and her breasts hanging over Sarah's. Looking at Sarah, she smiles, and proceeds to rub her tits into Sarah's' enjoying the feeling of Sarah's large, firm nipples sliding over hers. Moving forward, she straddles Sarah in a 69 position. Sarah pulls her pussy into her face, attacking it with long, probing licks that run from her clit to her rosebud. Tess pulls back slightly, allowing Mary access to Sarah's pussy also. Mary gives Tess a passionate kiss before diving in herself sucking Sarah's clit into her mouth. Tess drops further down and begins licking from Sarah's rosebud to the bottom of her pussy, driving her tongue between her folds. Sarah raises her ass slightly to give Tess better access to her rosebud.

Sarah's body is too spent to respond physically, but she is enjoying herself immensely, continuing to eat Mary's pussy at a languid as her own gets double-teamed. After another 10 minutes, her energy level is just too low to continue.

"We need to stop," Sarah announces reluctantly.

She pushes Mary's lower body up, and Mary gets up on all fours and then off the table. Tess stands up and stretches.

"Ohhh, it feels good to stretch!" Tess exclaims. "I'm glad you decided to say stop...Don't get me wrong. I love eating your pussy; but I'm running out of gas, and need to get home. My family is going to be wondering where I'm at."

"You guys need to work out more!" Mary ribs them.

"Hah, hah. Very funny, you little whipper-snapper," Sarah replies, shaking her finger at Mary like an old lady, and quickly reaching out to give her left nipple a pinch.

"Hey! No fair!"

Tess and Sarah laugh.

"We need to get showered up before we can dress. We all smell of sex and sweat," Sarah declares, dropping into the role of the practical mother she is. "Tess, you can use the one in this room. I'll go next door and Mary can use one across the hall." (Every room has a shower for clients who would like to wash off the oils remaining on their skin after a massage.)

"Why don't we just share this one?" Mary suggests.

"Why don't we just share this one?" Sarah repeats in a mocking voice. "You know why. Because we'll end up having sex again; and Tess and I have families to get home to."

"Fine, party pooper!" Mary retorts, and then sticks out her tongue at Sarah in jest.

"Don't try tempting me with that talented tongue of yours. It's lost its magic for me, at least for today!" Sarah jokes back as she heads to the thermostat, turning it down to 72° for the night.

Sarah and Mary leave the room, leaving their clothing behind. Sarah props the door open with a chair on the way out, allowing the hot air to escape the room. They all shower and meet back in room 6 after. Sarah is the last to get back. Tess and Mary are already dressed. Tess is mopping the floor; and Mary is wiping down the chairs and table with a towel.

"Thank you, Tess!" Sarah exclaims as she begins to collect her clothes. "You don't have to do that. Mary and I can clean up."

"Oh, I don't mind. I was done and dressed before Mary got back here. I almost slipped as soon as I put my heels on, so I went looking for a mop, and found one in a closet down the hall."

"Well, we appreciate your help," Mary agrees.

"Wow. The room cooled down quickly. It's actually comfortable in here again; but it still smells like there was an orgy in here."

"I'll run these towels down the hall and run a load overnight," Mary offers.

"Thanks. I'd promised Georgette to take care of that before I leave, and I'd forgotten."

Mary collects the cleanup towels and heads down the hall.

Sarah picks up her panties to find them still quite damp, so she sets them aside and pulls her pants on. Picking up her bra, she considers it thoughtfully for a few seconds. Setting it aside with her panties, she picks up her blouse and puts it on. She and Tess go about tidying up the rest of the room while they wait for Mary.

"Good for you!" Mary says encouragingly as she walks back into the room, noticing Sarah's lack of a bra immediately.

"What?" Tess asks, missing what Mary is talking about.

"Sarah is going total commando! No underwear of any kind."

Tess eyes Sarah's blouse covered chest critically. She hadn't even noticed that Sarah didn't have it on.

"Take a couple of steps for me," Tess requests.

Sarah complies, walking towards her.

"You look very nice, Doll. You can tell the girls are free in there as they sway slightly, yet don't look saggy at all. It really shows how firm they are. A very healthy, toned look. And your nipples are barely noticeable."

After cleaning up, Sarah asks, clutching her underwear "Does everyone have all of their clothing, on or with them?"

"I've got all mine on," Tess answers.

"Everything but my panties," Mary answers, holding them up. "They were too damp. I regret putting my bra back on after seeing you looking so comfortable and free without yours. Maybe I'll skip it tomorrow."

"Okay, well let's go," Sarah says, heading to the door.

"Oh! Wait a minute!" Mary calls out suddenly. "I just remembered something!"

Dropping her panties on the massage table, Mary heads back to a cabinet in the rear left corner of the room. Opening a drawer in the desk next to it, she pulls out a blank DVD-R. Opening the cabinet, she reaches up and taps the "open tray" button on a DVD recorder, which is hooked up to the salon's security system.

"Shit! I completely forgot about the security tape!" Sarah exclaims, walking up with Tess.

"You record what happens in these rooms?" Tess asks, shocked. She grabs another water out of the fridge.

"In today's legal environment, we can't afford not to," Sarah explains. "It protects both us and the clients. If anyone, client OR employee, claims inappropriate behavior, we have a video record that can be used to defend the salon OR help prosecute the employee."

"They record sound, also?"

"Of course. They wouldn't be very useful if they didn't. A lot of what might or might not be inappropriate starts out as verbal. If it was met with disinterest or hostility, it would probably end right there, with no VIDEO proof either way. The cameras have motion sensors, so they only record when people are present. Each room has its own computer with enough storage capacity for 2 weeks worth of video, so 'tape' is a bit of a misnomer. The hard drive is basically always full, over-writing the oldest video with the newest. As long as none of us complain, no one will watch the tape, and it will simply disappear in two weeks. I assume no one's going to complain?"

Both women chuckle and shake their heads.

"We're not supposed to be able to edit or delete the files...Mary, do you know a way to erase the last couple of hours?"

"Oh, no. I don't think that's possible," she replies as she continues searching for the specific time-stamp for the recording beginning around 4:30 p.m. "I just want to make a copy for Tess. She can give it to her husband as a gift...a very SPECIAL gift!"

Tess laughs, almost choking on the water she's trying to swallow at the same time. "God! My husband's dick is going to explode! This will be the best anniversary gift he's every gotten!"

"When's you're anniversary?" Sarah asks.

"Today, actually. That's why I wanted to get waxed today. Doug really likes to eat my pussy, particularly the first week after a waxing. We have sex quite often anyway; but for our anniversary, we always try something new...So Doug has Mary to thank for encouraging me to bare it all. That can be our new thing this year!"

"What were you planning," Mary asks. She's found the file and the copy is already being created.

Tess blushes, not answering.

"It must be good, whatever it is," Sarah snickers.

"Come on. Out with it," Mary encourages her.

"I...I was going to let Doug fuck my ass for the first time."

"Oh..." Sarah replies softly.

"That's great!" is Mary's response. "I love a good ass fucking!" Looking at Sarah, she points at her. "YOU should give it a try before you pass judgment. You may be surprised!"

"Hmm. You misunderstand. I’m not passing judgment. I’m actually wistful. I haven’t had my ass fucked by a real cock since before I my son was born. My husband, John, lost interest in anything remotely sexually…non-standard, a long time ago.

“Wow...Well, that sucks!” Tess sympathizes.

Mary nods her agreement.

Okay," Mary announces as the DVD-R drawer opens. "All done." Turning to Tess, "Here you go. Have fun!"

"Thanks." Turning back to Sarah, "But your producer might, assuming you decide to do his movie," Tess offers, smiling wickedly.

""I still don't know if that's going to happen; but you give me a good idea. Mary, make another copy for me, will you? I can give it to Dan as an audition tape if I decide to go ahead with this."

Mary loads another blank and begins copying.

"Tess," Sarah says in a serious tone. "You need to make it very clear to Doug that he CANNOT show this video to ANYONE. Tell him that if he does, you'll cut him off forever...I'm sure Mary and I can keep you satisfied." she ends, smiling.

"And tell him if he's a good little boy," Mary adds "and does what he's told, you might be able to arrange for him to star in his own video with the three of us."

Tess's eyes get huge, staring at Mary in surprise. After maybe 10 seconds to process Mary's suggestion, she turns to Sarah with more of a questioning look in her eyes.

"Would you be open to that?" Tess asks, her voice both incredulous and hopeful at the same time.

"I suppose I'd better be if I have any chance at being able to perform with total strangers and cameras rolling."

"So you're going to do it, then?" Mary asks.

"I still don't know; but at least I'm definitely feeling more open about sharing my sexuality."

"Aren't you two taking a helluva risk making such an offer without ever having laid eyes on or met my husband?"

"Sure, technically" Sarah answers. "But you're physical perfection, and I can't see you married to some toad that you couldn't go out in public with."

Tess blushes again.

"You've also always struck me as a strong personality," Mary adds. "You wouldn't marry an asshole or put up with him if he became one."

Tess chuckles.

"Well, you're right on both counts...as far as Doug is concerned," Tess adds quickly, not wanting to sound vain. "Doug is movie star gorgeous and a great guy. Think Patrick Warburton from 'Seinfeld' ."

"Ohhhhh," Sarah responds, covering her mouth, her eyes wide. "That guy's gorgeous!"

"Who?' Mary asks. "I've only caught the show a few times."

"Did you see the episode where Seinfeld buys a car from Elaine's boyfriend?" Tess asks.

"Yup. I saw that one," she replies as she ejects the second disk.

"He was the boyfriend."

"Ohhhh," Mary responds. "Now I get Sarah's reaction. He's a hotty! If you're looking for something REALLY new for your anniversary, I'm available this evening," she ends hopefully, closing up the cabinet.

"Oh, no. My bald poon and this disc are going to be all he can handle for one night!"

"Besides," Sarah adds. "That would lessen his incentive to keep the video to himself."

Handing Sarah her copy, Mary proceeds out of the room, the other two following. Sarah switches off the light on the way out, leaving the door propped open so the last remnants of their scents can dissipate overnight. No one notices Mary's panties still lying on the massage table.

Reaching the front door, everyone stops.

"Everyone got their bag?" Sarah asks, clutching her own, which she had grabbed on the way by her station.

Both ladies hold up their purses.

"Great. Why don't we say our goodbyes before we leave?" Sarah suggests. The street is still fairly busy with cars and foot traffic.

"Sure," Tess agrees as she leans in and kisses Sarah, then Mary. "Let me know what you decide about doing that movie."

"Definitely," Sarah responds, watching Tess step out the door. "Have a great evening with Doug!" She calls after her as the door closes.

"Bye ,Mary," Sarah says as she turns and hugs her, then giving her a kiss, which Mary extends and tries to turn into a tongue lashing. Sarah pulls away. "You just never run out of energy, do you?" she says, laughing.

"Not often," Mary replies, a big smile on her face.

"You've made this quite a memorable day for me...Thanks you."

"You're welcome. And thank YOU. I've never been with an older woman before. You were great!"

"Older woman!" Sarah barks back, feigning insult. "Young enough to rock YOUR world!"

Mary laughs. "Actually, you haven't...yet. That was Tess's pussy you sent into orbit."

"Oh..that's right."

"But I'll definitely give you a chance to 'rock my world'!"

Laughing, Sarah says "Head on out. I'll see you tomorrow. I've got to arm the alarm."

"Okay. See ya." Mary heads out the door, smiling back at Sarah as she releases the door.

Once the door shuts, Sarah turns the remaining lights off and arms the system. She walks out the door and waits for it to shut. She locks and then pulls on it to ensure that it's latched. Satisfied, she walks off to her car.