The Massage 2 - Allison Returns

“Pretty quiet in here today,” Lisa commented to the receptionist as she walked through the spa foyer.
“No kidding,” the receptionist responded, looking up from her magazine. “Just that time of day, I guess. It’ll pick up later.” She checked the appointment book. “You do have someone coming in for a massage in a couple of minutes,” she told Lisa. “Nobody after that, though, so you can take your time.”


Lisa paused. “Who’s the appointment for?” she asked, trying to stay casual as sudden hope coursed through her body.

“Um...someone named Allison. Looks like she requested you.” The receptionist looked up. “Do you know her?”

Lisa wondered if the pounding of her heart was obvious and audible. “Ah, yeah, I think I remember her,” she shrugged, walking out quickly before she started to stammer.

Once out of sight, Lisa leaned against a wall in the hallway. Did she remember Allison? Her legs felt shaky as she remembered straddling Allison on the massage bed, exploring with her hands and tongue that glorious body. And she remembered Allison’s promise, to come back and return the favour.

A smile played on Lisa’s lips as she pushed herself off the wall and hurried down the hallway toward the change rooms. There was no one coming for at least an hour, and she knew exactly where she wanted to meet Allison this time. Lisa opened the door to the change room, then leaned against the door as she closed it behind her and surveyed the room. One wall was lined with lockers, and there were a number of wooden benches spaced on the tile floor. Another wall was filled with mirrors, below which was a long shelf covered with baskets of soaps, bottles of lotions and perfumes, and soft towels. Toward the rear of the room were two frosted glass stalls, each with a wooden bench inside and cozy robes waiting beside. One was a sauna, and the other a shower. It was here that Lisa would wait.

Lisa moved quickly now, knowing she didn’t have much time. She scanned the lockers to make sure none were occupied. Then she began to remove her clothing, beginning with her shoes and white spa coat. Despite the thrumming of her heart and the voice in her head urging her to hurry, Lisa took her time slipping her shirt over her head and pulling down the loose pants she wore. Clad only in her bra and panties, she breathed deeply as she unhooked the clasp and let her breasts free. Her panties were slid down gently, and she took some time to appreciate the smooth feel of her own legs, running her hands gently over her skin. She sighed.

She left her clothes on the floor where they lay. She wanted Allison to see them when she came in, to know that Lisa was here and waiting for her. Moving quickly now, knowing that Allison could come in at any moment, Lisa pulled two fluffy towels off the shelf and hung them on the hook beside the shower. Reaching in, she turned the water on, adjusting the temperature until it was comfortably warm.

With one last look around the room to make sure everything was ready, Lisa stepped into the shower and let the water run over her body, closing her eyes as she gave into the sensation of the warmth caressing her skin. And then she heard it - the faint click of the door being opened, followed, after a short pause, by the sound of the lock being turned.

Allison was here. Lisa felt her heart leap into action and a sudden moisture between her legs that had nothing to do with the spray from the shower. She leaned back against the damp tiled wall of the shower and closed her eyes, breathing deeply with excitement...and nerves. She suddenly had a moment of doubt, of panic. Allison was here, but did she still want Lisa? Was she overcome with desire every time she remembered their bodies, slick with sweat and body oil, writhing together... Lisa caught her breath. Maybe Allison regretted what they’d done, had second thoughts about coming back. Maybe she was just here for a massage after all. What was she doing, anyway?

With a sigh, Lisa pushed herself away from the wall and opened her eyes. And then she just stopped, staring. Allison stood in the open door of the shower, naked. Her hair flowed about her shoulders, resting lightly on the curve of her breasts - oh, how Lisa remembered those breasts. Allison’s eyes were bright and Lisa could hear the quickness of her breath. She knew then that Allison hadn’t forgotten. Allison wanted her, too.

For a long moment the two stayed still, the electric charge of anticipation shimmering between them. Lisa let her gaze wander over Allison’s body, admiring her slim build, her smooth skin. Her eyes fell on the shaved area she remembered so well, and her breath hitched with the thrill of knowing she would be able to touch...soon. To be able to slide her fingers down, over that moist skin, to explore the folds she’d tasted before...to tease and devour.

Lisa brought her eyes up to Allison’s again and saw that she, too, was being admired as she stood there beneath the spray of the shower, her long hair damp now and falling thickly over her shoulders. The need she felt to touch, to be touched, was building gloriously; but she knew instinctively that it was Allison’s turn to take control, and so she waited, aching.

Slowly, finally, Allison smiled, a small curve of the lips that spoke of her own desires as she lifted her gaze to meet Lisa’s. She brought her hands up to gently caress her own skin, running them lightly over her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, and down between her legs. Lisa saw Allison’s eyes close briefly as her hands rested there, pressing against the heat. But only for a moment. Allison’s eyes flickered open and her smile widened, and she stepped fully into the shower, pulling the door closed behind her.

They were close now, only a foot apart or so, the steam from the shower surrounding them. Lisa’s heart-rate jumped again in anticipation, but she forced herself to wait, to enjoy the dance. She heard a groan of need, but couldn’t tell if it came from her or from Allison. She saw Allison’s eyes glaze with desire, and as Lisa let her gaze drift over Allison’s body again, she knew her eyes did the same.

She closed them now, her chest rising rapidly with her breath, feeling that if Allison didn’t touch her soon, she’d explode. The heat between her legs was growing, overpowering all else, and she had to struggle for control.

And that’s when Allison touched her. A faint touch at first, fingertips along her shoulders, caressing her collarbone, the line of her jaw. A whisper of breath against her cheek before soft lips pressed against hers. Lisa let out her breath in a gasp, one that would have embarrassed her with its need if she had been less full of it, and she moved her lips gently against Allison’s. Still there was only the soft touch of fingertips on her skin, but Lisa felt that each placed they touched burned and filled her with fresh fire. It pleased her to feel that those fingertips, however gentle, trembled in their need. She was not alone.

There was pressure now, in those fingers that touched her, pushing her back against the wall. It felt cool against her skin, after the heat of the water and the heat of Allison, and Lisa shivered slightly, reveling in the sensation. Allison’s mouth was on hers again, insistent now, her tongue flicking around her lips and a hum of pleasure echoing in her throat. Lisa let her head fall back against the wall, inviting Allison’s lips to explore her face, her throat, her shoulders, wanting more. Allison’s hands roamed now, following her lips, and Lisa gasped as those hands and lips found her breasts. Her body was trembling, all of it, from the control it took not to press against Allison, to assuage the burning heat that clouded her mind. But Allison’s hands pressed her firmly, held her against the tile, and Lisa’s own hands clenched spasmodically against its cool firmness.

The hands on her breasts caressed and squeezed, teasing the nipples, warm from the shower, into stiff peaks of desire. Lisa shuddered as Allison pulled a tight nipple into her mouth, sucking and nibbling and licking and then again caressing with her hands.

Lisa moved her hands now, reaching up to grasp Allison’s face in her hands, holding it against her breasts, showing her pleasure with her moans.

But Allison was not one to tarry when there was more to explore, and she trailed a path down Lisa’s torso, lips and fingers enjoying the smooth damp skin. Lisa’s breath came in gasps now, as her anticipation heightened to the breaking point. She tangled her hands in Allison’s hair, her head back against the wall with her eyes closed, body quaking with the sensations running through her. She spread her legs wantonly, begging with her body for Allison to touch and take.

And Allison seemed only too glad to accommodate.

She dropped to her knees in front of Lisa, sliding her hands over Lisa’s hips and buttocks as she did so. Her hands lingered over the taut skin of her legs, her damp thighs, and back up again to squeeze gently and then not so gently the soft flesh of her buttocks. Lisa was aware of it, all of it, but her focus was on Allison’s lips, her breath, just inches away from her centre. Lisa could feel Allison there, even though she wasn’t touching her yet. Her breath came in small pants as she waited, body tight as a bowstring and aching for release.

Her knees were weak, and she didn’t know if she could stay upright if Allison...please God when Allison... touched her there finally. But it seemed that Allison knew this, too, and abruptly she stood up. There was a little grin on her face, though her eyes were still glazed. She grasped Lisa by the shoulders and gently steered her toward the deep wooden bench at the back of the shower. It was out of the spray, but the fragrant steam from the water surrounded them. She leaned over and pushed Lisa against the tile wall again, letting her lips linger over Lisa’s. Lisa felt Allison’s tongue exploring her lips, her own tongue, and couldn’t resist pressing back, reaching up to grab Allison’s face again. But Allison pulled away gently and, with one last lingering kiss, pushed Lisa back and again dropped to her knees.

A moan came from Allison’s lips as she gazed now at Lisa’s pussy, wet from the shower and from need. Gently Allison brought up her hands and slid them over Lisa’s torso, over her breasts and down to where she could see a tantalizing tan line and deliciously shaved smoothness. Lisa was torn between closing her eyes and giving in to the sensations, or keeping her gaze locked on Allison as she strained to absorb the slightest touch of air against her throbbing heat.

Again Allison teased her, bringing her mouth to within an inch of Lisa’s damp skin, her breath the only touch. Then slowly, tantalizingly, those hands drifted downward, caressing the outside of Lisa’s thighs, her fingers tracing a pathway nearer and then farther from the centre. Lisa shuddered again, and her hands gripped the side of the bench as she held herself in waiting. She felt those fingers explore, a little closer now, and as she looked at Allison’s face she saw that the other woman was aching, too, tormenting herself with the pleasure. Her eyes were closed as she moved her fingers gently, never quite touching.

And then slowly, she opened her eyes and as Lisa watched, allowed her fingers to finally touch the impossible softness of Lisa’s lips. Lisa gasped and reared back with the jolt of pleasure, and Allison responded. Her fingers moved, delving into those lips, and her tongue followed. Again Lisa gasped, thrusting her hips against Allison’s mouth, hardly capable of stopping the movement. Allison slid her hands around now to cup Lisa’s buttocks, pulling her hips up and burying her mouth in Lisa’s pussy. Lisa’s hands were up now, tangled once more in Allison’s hair as she writhed on the bench. Allison darted her tongue in and out, around the soft folds of skin, nibbling and sucking and thrusting with her mouth. Lisa knew Allison had been imagining this moment, as she herself had been, and that it was everything she’d wanted.

Allison’s hands were up again now, fingers pulling Lisa’s lips wide, opening her for the mouth and tongue that needed to devour. And then her fingers slipped inside, just one to start, but then another, and Lisa cried out with the pleasure coursing through her. Her hips thrust upward rhythmically, begging with their movement for more pressure, more everything. Allison absorbed the movement with her fingers, moving rhythmically herself, building Lisa further toward the peak. Her fingers busy, Allison bent her mouth to Lisa’s swollen clit, working the tight skin with her tongue, sucking with her lips. Lisa screamed out this time, her eyes blind as she threw back her head, arching her body for more. She could feel herself straining, every muscle aching for release. She felt it build, ready to soar, but held herself back, to enjoy every second. And then, when she was just on the edge, panting and writhing, Allison thrust in one more finger, one hand pulling Lisa’s hips up, her mouth enveloping her clit, and Lisa exploded.

She reared up and then back, crying out again and again as the heat in her body burst like lightning. Her body shook and she held on to Allison’s head, riding the wave until it left her shuddering and spent, splayed across the bench. Her legs were spread wide, another woman’s fingers still buried in her pussy, and she felt marvelous.

Slowly the mist in her eyes cleared, and she was able to see Allison, still breathing heavily but with a satsified look on her face. She slowly extracted her fingers, causing Lisa to shudder with pleasure once more, and then leaned forward to kiss Lisa passionately on the mouth. Her hands grasped Lisa’s head and pulled her close, and Lisa could feel her own body stirring again, already eager.

She would have to wait.

Allison sat back and then rose to her feet, trailing her fingers down the side of Lisa’s face as she did so. Then she turned, pushed open the door to the shower. Lisa still lay stunned on the bench, feeling sated. Even still, no words had passed between them. But Lisa knew without a doubt, as Allison paused for one last glowing look before the door closed behind her, that this was not the last time they would meet. After all, the spa provided so many different kinds of services, a woman could be here...well, practically every day!