by Marie LeClare
Helen had known for years that she loved women. She loved everything about women, and women of all sizes, shapes and colors. So it was only natural that Helen would pursue a career as a massage therapist catering specifically to women.
It was an exciting day when Helen graduated from the Royal School of Massage in London, and went about opening her own small studio in her apartment at Curzon and Berkely, in the Mayfair section of London. It wasn’t the sterile type of massage studio, instead Helen had furnished it with plants, colorful fabrics and sweet smelling candles.
Her first few clients were older women who were used to being pampered and Helen gave them a good massage, but Helen actually wanted more. She wanted woman to woman sex.
When she took the telephone call the voice at the other end sounded exciting, and it actually aroused Helen even before she met the woman. It was the way the woman asked in a throaty voice if Helen gave a full body massage and after Helen assured her that she did the woman made an appointment for 3 that very afternoon.
Helen couldn’t wait and went about tidying up, and straightening the towels and sheets and made sure there were no creases on the sheet covering her massage table. Filling the oil bottle and checking on the level of the baby powder.
When she saw that the clock was approaching 3 she wondered if the woman would be as attractive and sexy as her voice sounded, and also if she would be open to having some sex fun.
The buzzer on the door brought Helen out of her day dreaming and she hurriedly went to meet her new client and was both surprised and shocked at what met her at the door.
Her new client was accompanied by her 16-year old daughter, so Helen thought the chances of having some sex fun were dashed, but she put on a brave face and went about her business, asking the daughter to wait in the waiting room, which actually was Helen’s livingroom, as she asked the woman to disrobe in the massage studio, and to call when she was ready.
Taking a sip of her tea as she waited she thought about the woman and how she might be able to have some sex fun, even if the daughter was in the other room. The woman was attractive. There was no way of getting around that and the more Helen thought of what might lie ahead she more moist she got.
When the call came that the woman was ready for Helen, she walked in and saw how the woman was lying on her tummy only covered by the thin white sheet, so Helen asked her in a professional way if she wanted oil or powder.
As Helen sprinkled the powder on the woman laying on the table she started massaging her legs, and it was all Helen could do to not allow her fingers to creep up under the sheet, and toy with the woman’s treasure between her legs.
Helen, almost on automatic pilot as she massaged the woman was brought back to reality when the woman suggested that she turn over and Helen could do her front, also suggesting that the sheet wasn’t needed.
Gazing at the woman’s full breasts Helen couldn’t help but notice that the woman’s nipples were rock hard, and as she glanced down to her pussy, she noticed that the woman was moist. Helen knew right away that the woman was going to want some female sex fun.
“Would you massage my breasts?” the woman asked.
Helen was only too eager to comply, and cupped the woman’s beautiful breasts, massaging each at the same time. As she massaged, she noticed the woman’s breathing change, and felt the woman’s hand on her leg, softly caressing, just under the hem of her white uniform.
“Don’t forget to massage my nipples,” the woman said with a sexy smile.
Helen pulled and twisted before rolling her nipples between her fingers, and then dropped her head to kiss the woman’s sexy lips.
As they kissed Helen noticed out of the corner of her eye that the door was opening about an inch, and at the same time the woman had put her hand up under Helen’s uniform and was touching her panty covered pussy, cupping it in her hand and squeezing.
By this time there was no doubt what the woman wanted or what Helen wanted, from her wet panties that the woman was touching. The only thing Helen couldn’t understand was about the daughter and Helen knew that she was peaking at them as they kissed.
Breaking their kiss Helen dropped her head to lick the woman’s rock hard nipples and dropped her hand to the woman’s waiting wet pussy, rubbing softly with the palm of her hand, getting her fingers wet.
“Oh yes,” the woman moaned, “finger and lick my pussy. I’m so hot!” she said as she tried to roll down Helen’s wet panties with one hand.
Rolling down her panties Helen got up on top of the woman so her pussy was over her face and Helen could quite easily lick her pussy, as she could get her pussy licked at the same time.
It was quite a sight for the woman’s daughter Sara who by now had the door open about a foot and could be seen with her panties down around one ankle and was masturbating furiously as she watched, hoping that her mother and the woman licking her pussy wouldn’t notice.
As Helen licked the fur covered treasure in front of her she felt the woman’s tongue exploring every crevice of her hot wet pussy before she started to stab at it with her tongue, before plunging two fingers deep in Helen’s hot pussy and was finger fucking her.
Helen knew that it wasn’t going to take much to make the woman cum so she flicked her tongue on the tasty clit furiously, as she plunged her fingers in the woman’s pussy. Probing her pussy walls with her fingers.
She could feel from the way the woman stabbed at her pussy with her tongue, that she was on the edge which made Helen even hotter, and she licked as if her main purpose in life was to make this woman cum and deliver to her that sweet tasting nectar to drink.
It was only moments later that Helen felt the woman stiffen, let out a muffled moan into Helen’s pussy, and filled her mouth with sweet tasting honey.
Drinking and licking up every last drop of the woman’s nectar was all that Helen needed to bring her over the edge and she screamed into the woman’s pussy that she was cumming.
Feeling totally relaxed and contented Helen got off of the reclining woman, pulled down her uniform.
“There will be no charge for the massage,” she said with a huge grin.
No sooner than she had said that the woman asked her if Helen would mind massaging her daughter Sara. She went on to explain that they were on holiday in England, from New York, and she wanted to know if her daughter was into the girl girl scene.
As soon as the girl heard what her mother said she hastily pulled up her bikini panties and closed the door as quietly as she could and retreated to the other room, picking up a magazine as if she had been reading.
Calling her daughter, the woman covered herself with the sheet, and explained that she was old enough to have a professional massage, and told her not to be shy because they were all women.
As the girl undressed in front of them, laying her clothes on the side chair, Helen thought to herself that the girl was very much into girl-girl fun, as her mother was soon to find out.
Not wanting to waste any time exploring the girls peach fuzz covered pussy, Helen had her lay on her back, doing away with covering her with a sheet, and instead went directly to massaging the girls tiny perky breasts.
As soon as her hands touched the girl’s breasts her tiny nipples got instantly hard, which in turn had the same affect on Helen, as she started to gently pull and twist before rolling the girls nipples between her fingers.
Dropping her head Helen licked in a small circle around the girls hard nipples before drawing one into her mouth and sucking, as the girl squirmed on the table.
Then without any hesitation Helen took her hand and went directly to the girls wet pussy and rubbed it ever so softly before plunging her finger in deep, and started to finger fuck her in front of her mother.
Although the girl couldn’t see her mother from where she sat, Helen could, and was getting hotter as she watched the mother fingering her hot wet pussy, and signaling Helen to tongue fuck her daughter.
As soon as Helen’s tongue touched the squirming girl’s pussy, her mother got up and climbed up on the table, squatting over her daughters face.
“Suck my pussy you nasty slut,” she said and sat on her daughters face.
Neither of the older women knew it but the girl had been pleasing her best friend’s pussy since she was 12 and started to lick her mother furiously, even going so far as to finger her mothers asshole.
In what seemed like minutes later, although it was hours, the mother and daughter left the massage studio, with satisfied, although sensitive, pussy’s, and Helen decided that she also needed to take the rest of the day off.