Wow!
That was all Kyra could think when she saw Ethan cum. She couldn’t help touching herself as she watched, and it was easy to make herself cum right along with him. She was drenched down there, and so very horny. Her climax was great, but she wanted more. She
needed
more. She wondered how long it would take for them to get out of there. Sunny bent over Ethan and he whispered something to her. Sunny giggled and nodded.
“I take care of you now,” Sunny said, turning to Kyra.
“No, no. It’s just for him,” Kyra insisted. She quickly pulled her skirt down. Behind Sunny, Ethan climbed off the table and dug around in his pants. He came out with another sheaf of twenties.
“Don’t mind her, she’s just shy. My wife’s been very tense lately. She could really use a massage.”
“No, really, I’m good,” Kyra objected. If he had the money, she knew her husband had to have planned this. But Kyra had not, and she wished Ethan had discussed it with her. She was only here to watch. Sunny took the money, and Kyra felt trapped into it now. They would not get their money back. She was not ready to give Sunny that kind of “tip” so now she had to follow through. At least that was her rationalization.
A massage wouldn’t be bad
, she thought.
Just no funny business.
“It’s okay, I help you,” Sunny said. She took Kyra’s hands and pulled her out of the chair. They were close enough to touch, and Sunny did not step back. Instead, she reached for the bottom of Kyra’s sweater and started pulling it over her head. Kyra was frozen. The girl hadn’t helped Ethan undress! Kyra did not know what else to do, so she raised her arms over her head and let Sunny pull off her top. Sunny put the garment on the chair and then wrapped her arms around Kyra and unhooked her lacy ivory shelf bra. Kyra felt chills when Sunny’s hands brushed the bared sides of her breasts. For a moment, their breasts were pressed together and Kyra’s thick, puckered nipples pressed into the Asian girl’s supple flesh. Kyra turned to the side and Sunny unzipped her skirt and eased it down over her hips so Kyra could step out of it.
Kyra was topless in little black panties and garter belt, black stockings and spike heeled shoes. Ethan was looking at her like a hungry wolf, and she saw he was fully hard again.
Good, I hope he’s so frustrated it hurts
, she thought. Seeing him looking at her like that made her throb between her legs. She knew they had a fun night ahead.
Sunny had some trouble figuring out the garter belt, so Kyra had to take over and made a show out of unclipping her stockings and rolling them down her legs. After she removed the garter belt, she turned around and bent over to slide her panties down, giving Ethan a perfect view. Kyra had a really nice, round ass and she was much happier with it since she’d been working out again. Once she was nude, Sunny put her own bikini top back on, wrapped a towel around Kyra and led her from the little room.
They did not encounter anyone in the hallway. Kyra assumed they took great care to make sure clients did not run into each other. Behind the shower curtain was a small tiled alcove, which was really more like a huge shower than a room. The one wall had a shower head on a hose and a lower spigot. On the other side was a massage table. Sunny filled a bucket with hot water and poured it over the table, then helped Kyra out of her towel and invited her to lie down on the table. Kyra felt vulnerable, naked in the shower room, without her husband present. She’d been naked with friends before, of course, but this was very different. It was not even like when she went to a real spa, because she was always covered in some way, and proper masseuses were careful not to touch inappropriately.
Kyra gasped when Sunny dumped a bucket of hot water over her. She followed it with a second one, and that was soothing. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. She was surprised when she felt Sunny scrubbing her with a soapy mesh sponge. Sunny started at her feet, which felt great, and worked her way up Kyra’s legs. The girl was thorough and did not miss a spot. She nudged Kyra’s thighs apart and went over her pussy, which was so sensitive that Kyra could not help but moan. Sunny brushed her cunt a couple more times, but made it seem like casual contact. She also scrubbed between Kyra’s buttocks. She squirmed when Sunny gently pressed against her asshole. Kyra was relieved when Sunny moved on and scrubbed her back and arms. When she finished scrubbing and soaping, Sunny dumped a couple more bucket of hot water over her. Kyra now understood why Ethan loved coming there so much. Sunny asked her to turn over.
This was harder. At least when she was on her stomach, Kyra had the illusion of hiding her nudity. But now she was face up, and she felt totally exposed. Sunny told her how beautiful she was, then poured another bucket of hot water over her, only slowly this time. The water hitting her sensitive mound made Kyra jump and she was sure she saw Sunny smile. Sunny laid the bucket aside and worked on Kyra’s front with the mesh sponge. She first scrubbed Kyra’s legs, then skipped to her tummy, arms and neck. Being scrubbed clean was almost as relaxing as being massaged, but Kyra could not truly relax. Her heart raced whenever Sunny’s hand strayed close to her breasts or pussy. It was confusing, because no woman had ever stirred these feelings in her or touched her like that before. Sunny worked the mesh sponge over Kyra’s breasts, letting it graze her thick, sensitive nipples. There was no hiding Kyra’s reaction. She bit her lip, but couldn’t suppress her moans or heavy breathing. The mesh sponge was soft, but had enough texture to drive Kyra crazy when it rubbed across her nipples. She whimpered, closed her eyes and focused on enjoying the sensations, rather than who was causing them. Sunny took time to wash—really wash—Kyra's breasts, then moved down and lightly rubbed Kyra’s mound with the mesh sponge. She applied just enough pressure to make Kyra cry out, but when Kyra thought she was going to go over the edge, Sunny laid the sponge aside and poured water over her naked body again. “You so sexy,” Sunny told her.
Kyra wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand on her own when the girl took her hands and helped her to her feet. Sunny thoroughly dried her and then wrapped a fresh towel around Kyra, then took her back to the massage room.
Ethan had slipped back into his boxers while Kyra was off with Sunny. He was going crazy thinking about what might be going on. He did not want to miss a second of his wife with the pretty Asian girl. When they came back into the room, Kyra’s dreamy expression told him that more than just washing went on in the shower room. His wife was glowing and she seemed shaky on her feet. Kyra flashed him a quick smile when Sunny removed her towel, then she lay face down on the massage table. Ethan laid Kyra’s clothes on the floor with his and took the wicker chair.
“You like oil?” Sunny asked.
“Yes,” Ethan answered for his wife. Kyra looked over at him and smiled. He could tell she was enjoying this even more than he was.
“That’s cold,” Kyra giggled when Sunny drizzled baby oil along her spine.
Sunny removed her bikini top and smiled at Ethan over her shoulder. The masseuse was a pro and understood who this was really for. She slicked her hands with the baby oil and worked her fingers into Kyra’s back. Kyra’s arms were crossed under her head, which was turned to the side so she could watch Ethan. Kyra closed her eyes, though, whenever Sunny touched one of her more sensitive areas. Sunny worked her way down Kyra’s back in less time than she took with Ethan. She was caressing more than she was massaging. From the little coos and moans coming from Kyra, he knew his wife was quite enjoying her rubdown. He enjoyed it as well. His cock throbbed and he rubbed it through his boxers, leaving a big wet spot in the front. This was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. It was like a jolt of pure ecstasy right into his nervous system. Sunny worked her way up his wife’s legs, then rubbed that ass he liked so much. Kyra squirmed when Sunny’s fingers dipped between her cheeks, slick fingers gliding over well-oiled flesh.
When Sunny slipped a hand between Kyra’s thighs, his wife parted her legs and closed her eyes. The look on his Kyra’s face almost made Ethan cum, and he took his boxers down before he made a mess. He could not see exactly what Sunny was doing, but he could guess by the way her arm moved and Kyra’s loud moans. She buried her face in her arms, and Kyra worked her hips, humping Sunny’s moving hand, almost like she was trying to fuck the table. In seconds, Kyra was crying out and shaking. Watching Sunny make his wife climax was nearly too much for Ethan and he stopped touching himself so he wouldn’t lose it yet.
Sunny helped Kyra turn over and their breasts rubbed together. Sunny’s dark hair tumbled forward in stark contrast as it fell to brush against Kyra’s pale skin. She kissed Kyra’s cheek and then poured more baby oil over her breasts. Kyra lay there passively, looking up at Sunny with lusty anticipation. Sunny cupped both oil-slicked breasts and kneaded them, squeezing upward so Kyra’s nipples peeked out from her hands. Then she paid special attention to those thick, pale nipples. She pinched and pulled, but was gentle and her slippery fingers moved easily across the stiff nubbins. Kyra was gasping and throwing her head from side to side. Ethan never saw her react like that to having her breasts played with, and he tried to note what Sunny was doing. He wanted to make Kyra go that crazy. Sunny pinched and rubbed Kyra’s nipple at the same time, and soon his blonde wife was thrusting her torso up off the table.
“Oh, oh God! Oh God!” Kyra cried.
While she expertly manipulated Kyra’s nipple, Sunny slid her hand down Kyra’s tummy to between her legs. Ethan saw exactly what was going on this time, and he could not just sit in his corner. He moved over to the foot of the massage table, which gave him a perfect view of everything. Sunny aggressively rubbed Kyra’s mound, then pressed three slim fingers inside her. Between Kyra’s own wetness and the oil, those fingers slipped right inside. Kyra cried out and arched her back off the table while Sunny slowly pumped her fingers in and out. Ethan helped himself to a bit of oil and jerked off vigorously. He felt like he was watching Kyra star in a porn video. She looked like the hottest woman on the planet. Sunny moved her hand faster, and Kyra’s eyes flew open. She saw him jerking off at her feet and her gaze was glued to his cock. Sunny started fingering her even faster.
“Oh my God!” Kyra wailed. “Oh my God! Ohhh..”
Kyra’s back arched once more and her shout was the loudest Ethan had ever heard during sex. Her breasts quivered as she shook, then went rigid, obviously enjoying another climax. Ethan lost it, staring at his sexy wife, and his jizz went flying. The first shots stained Kyra’s thigh, the remainder landed on the sheet. Sunny kept rubbing Kyra’s cunt until the blonde relaxed onto the table and pushed her hand away. She took Sunny’s hand from her breast and clasped it while smiling up at her.
“I come right back,” Sunny said. She put her top back on and bowed out of the room.
The second they were alone, Ethan was all over Kyra. They kissed fiercely and she grasped his deflated cock. His hands slipped all over her breasts, but she stopped him from touching her pussy. “I’m too sensitive right now,” she warned. They only cooled off when Sunny came back with a couple wet washcloths. First she wiped off Ethan’s cock once again, then used the second washcloth to give Kyra a quick rubdown. It helped, and felt very good, but Kyra was still left slippery. The girl helped them both dress, and Kyra dug another hundred dollars out of her purse. It was a hefty tip, but she thought Sunny was worth every penny of it. She was surprised when Sunny hugged her and then kissed her sweetly on the lips. It was more than a friendly kiss, and the first time Kyra ever kissed a woman like that. It was nice.
“You come and see me again. Yes?” Sunny said.
“Definitely,” Ethan replied.
Kyra felt funny leaving the massage parlor and couldn’t help looking all around to make sure no one saw them. Her garter belt and stockings were in her purse. In the car she grabbed Ethan and kissed him hard. His hand slid under her skirt and the touch made her head swim.
“That was pretty damned unreal,” he said.
“Get me home now!” Kyra demanded. “We can talk later.”
It was a good thing the girls were staying at Melanie’s because they never even made it upstairs. They were kissing in the foyer and Ethan pulled at her top as she ripped the buttons off his shirt and pulled it off. His belt followed and was left in the hallway. The living room was nearest and he pulled her into it. He did not even take her bra off, but scooped her out of it and suckled her nipples while she sat on the arm of their stiff, fancy sofa. She knew she must taste like baby oil; she could smell it on herself, but he did not seem to care. He went from one nipple to the other while rubbing her through her panties. She reached into his pants and found him ready for her. She’d been thinking about getting her hands on his cock all night.