by Bridy McAvoy
A few moments later Kiera felt the warm smooth hands of the woman touch her gently on the shoulders and begin to move in small circles.
“Why does he call you Fi?”
“Madam, my name is Fiona. Most people use the shortened version. Except around my mother.”
She giggled a little and Kiera relaxed even further as Fi continued to work on her shoulders, the tautness slowly seeping out of the muscles. It was very clear to Kiera, Fi knew her business. She gave herself up to the sensations and the wonderful floating feeling the massage began to induce in her as the woman slowly worked her way down her back.
After about five minutes Fi stopped, and then when she restarted it was much further down, around Kiera’s ankles and then began to move slowly up her calves. Before long the masseuse had reached her knees and Kiera realized her own position presented a problem to the talented woman. Wanting to get the maximum benefit she allowed her legs to spread apart slightly. Fi began to rub her hands along the backs of Kiera’s thighs, dipping slightly down into the area between them and even further onto the outside. The implied message was clear and obvious. For the masseuse to do the job properly she would need more access to the inside of Kiera’s thighs, meaning she would need to spread her legs wider apart. She did so; although somewhat reluctant she didn’t want the process to stop.
After a few minutes with Fi’s hands reaching all around her thigh, and almost as high as her crotch Kiera realized the woman’s skilled hands had had more than a relaxing effect, she had to admit the warmth flowing through her was in part due to her own arousal. A moment later she blushed furiously as it dawned on her, her aroused state must be visible to Fi, who could obviously see the junction between her legs and the moisture beginning to coat the lips of her most private place.
“If you would turn over now, please madam.”
Fi sounded so matter of fact, so unconcerned that Kiera instinctively relaxed and did as she was asked, manoeuvring the towel as she turned over so that it still covered her loins. She realized her breasts were exposed but it was already too late; FI had stepped in close to the head of the massage table and was rubbing and manipulating her shoulders. Kiera looked down past Fi’s hands and realized her nipples were hard and tight from her arousal and blushed furiously again.
“It’s okay, madam. It is a normal reaction; I have seen it before, many, many times. Please just relax.”
Kiera closed her eyes again and allowed her head to fall back onto the padded section of the table. She was suddenly acutely conscious of the other woman’s torso just above her as Fi leaned in closer and began to run her hands up and down Kiera’s flanks. Kiera knew if she opened her eyes the other woman’s breasts, covered as they were by her white jacket would be suspended only inches above her face. She opened one eye to peek and check and quickly closed it again when she confirmed she was right.
Fi continued to work on her abdomen, finally, much to Kiera’s relief moving around to work from the side, her hands never still, continuously gently manipulating the soft flesh under them. The recipient of the massage found her breathing becoming harsher as the gentle expert touch continued to work on the fire building inside her body. Fi stopped and moved down to her feet, and just as she had done on the backs of Kiera’s legs began to work slowly upward. This time when Fi reached her knees, she allowed her legs to open much further than she had done earlier when lying on her stomach.
Kiera could feel the delicious heat building within her, her pussy felt like it was on fire. She was glad the other woman could not see her sex clearly; she could feel her own moisture beginning to seep out onto her skin. She knew her nipples betrayed her state of arousal; they were harder than they’d been for a long time, especially without any direct stimulation to them. She longed to bring her hands up and cup them, caress them, tweak them, but held down the inclination with difficulty. A moment later she felt the towel covering her hips being nudged slightly and realized Fi was bumping up against it with her hands as she continued to rub the warm oil into her upper thighs. It moved again, higher still, Kiera was in an agony of indecision, her brain wanted her to call a halt to this before Fi realized how aroused she was. The pussy was in control though, and as a result she lay there supine as the masseuse, with a knowing smile, slowly inched her only covering higher and higher.
When Fi pressed one hand gently on the inside of her thigh, Kiera knew what the other woman wanted and allowed her legs to relax even further apart, knowing as she did so her sex was now fully exposed to Fi’s eyes.
A low soft moan escaped her lips as her breathing became ever more ragged.
“I see where your tenseness is based now, madam. Would you like me to relieve the tension?”
Kiera gasped, as immediately after asking the question Fi trailed her fingernail up one side of her moist opening and back down the other. The tiny stimulation almost pushed her to the edge but not quite. She desperately wanted to answer no but heard her own horse voice pant out a yes.
She expected the woman to tease her to a climax with her fingers, but the experienced masseuse had a different idea. She flicked a catch on the table and suddenly, and to Kiera’s surprise, the bottom section of the table hinged into two halves. Moving quickly Fi moved to the foot of the table and spilt it apart. With one leg on each of the two sections swinging wide open Kiera was incapable of resisting as FI now bent her head down toward her prized possession, from a position standing between her outspread legs.
“No…”
The word came out as a sob, rather than a plea or an instruction and Fi ignored her as her head lowered all the way to within an inch of Kiera’s pussy. One hand snaked past and jerked the towel away, discarding it to the side, leaving Kiera naked and helpless on the massage table. A moment later Fi’s tongue made contact with the exact center of Kiera’s heated pussy slit and she couldn’t keep her hips still as the touch sent bolts of passion up her nerves into her brain.
“Oh God! No!”
The words were more coherent this time, but the way her hips continued to buck and churn on the other woman’s face made it clear they weren’t meant. Fi continued to press her tongue into the bucking slit in front of her, lapping at the insides of Kiera’s pussy and driving the woman ever higher into the throws of an imminent orgasm. Her hands came up to knead the soft gentle flesh on the inside of the woman’s thighs.
Kiera’s hands rose from where they had rested on the side of the massage table and cupped her own breasts. The noises spewing from her mouth were a combination of mewls, moans and words that didn’t quite from. She savagely twisted her own nipples as the masseuse expertly used her tongue on the gushing pussy in front of her.
Suddenly; Kiera lost all control, her body stiffened and convulsed and she screamed out in passion as the orgasmic wave rolled up through her body carrying her away on its crest. The waves kept on coming, each one rolling through her and crashing into her consciousness like a blaze of multi-coloured stars. Finally they subsided, and she lay there spent, her chest heaving from the exertion, drained by the experience.
Vaguely she realized Fi was no longer applying herself to her pussy and was now standing close to her head. There was something though between her widespread legs, something that definitely felt like another body.
She opened her eyes to check but before they could focus, the end of a large penis came into contact with her wide open pussy slit and she gasped. She gasped again as it met no resistance as it slid into her. Finally she focused her eyes and realized the other masseuse, Phillippe had now buried himself deep into her. Reflexively her hips trust up to meet him as he completed his stroke.
“No! …”
Her word came out sharp, almost like a gunshot as her brain reacted to the fact a strange man was fucking her. Nevertheless as he withdrew halfway and then slammed back into her, her hips came up off the table once more, giving her words the lie.
Mercilessly he continued to pound in and out of her, resistance drained from
her as her body responded to his thrusts. Kiera panted for breath and her mouth dropped open, only to be covered by Fi’s mouth as the female masseuse kissed her hard, her tongue trusting down into the supine woman’s mouth.
Kiera could taste the juices, coating Fi’s lips and tongue, realized with a start they were her own and her body again convulsed as he rocketed into another orgasm. Fi transferred her attention to Kiera’s left nipple, sucking it into her hot wet mouth and bringing her teeth together on the hard fleshy nub. A moment later a hard masculine hand closed on her other nipple and her body, still convulsing in the aftershocks of the orgasm betrayed her once more by launching into another.
“Stop! Please! Stop!”
She knew the words were meaningless. Equally certainly she knew her two sexual assailants knew the same truth. Phillippe continued to thrust hard and fast into her grasping pussy, Fi continued to use her mouth and hands at will on Kiera’s body. They didn’t give her any respite, any chance for her body to cease to react. React it did, constantly, she’d never considered herself multi-orgasmic but this time there was no other word that fit her continuous crescendo of orgasm following orgasm. For some reason her mind fixated on the need to count them, she couldn’t tell why, or even be sure her count was right, but she couldn’t stop counting.
Somewhere around number ten she heard Phillippe groan and deep inside of her he tensed up. She knew he was about to cum, and was surprised when he pulled out. She felt empty now, nothing inside of her, nothing filling her gaping, clenching pussy slit. A warm sticky rope of something she realized was cum landed on her belly, reaching as high as the underside of her breast. Followed by another, and then a third.
Several more, of diminishing ferocity followed, landing on her exposed skin as the man slowly completed his ejaculation. A loud moan escaped Kiera’s lips and she finally allowed her eyes to close for a few seconds.
When she opened them again she was still in the same position, although someone had fastened the two lower halves of the table back together once more, other than that she was alone, her belly covered in male juice, the table underneath her covered in her own.
She felt something nestling between her breasts and reached down for it, the card had writing on it, and she struggled to bring it into focus. Finally her eyes began to obey her commands and she read the card out loud to herself.
Fantasies Incorporated: The Baby Sitter
By: Bridy McAvoy
All rights reserved
Copyright © Jun. 2009, Bridy McAvoy
Cover Art Copyright © Sep 2009, Brightling Spur
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The Babysitter
“Ellis, is that you? Where the hell have you been?”
“What?”
His wife Isla, appeared at the top of the stairs, bathrobe flapping open, hands clutching her ear as she apparently tried to push her earring in. The frown on her face drew his attention away from the relative lack of clothing under the robe.
“You’re late!”
“Only twenty minutes, honey. The traffic was heavy, accident on the freeway.”
“Well, Scott and Abbie are picking us up in thirty minutes or have you forgotten?”
He gulped quickly, having forgotten they were going out to dinner with her brother and his wife tonight to celebrate the younger couple’s anniversary.
“I knew you’d forgotten. Now, get a move on.”
With that, Isla flounced back into the master bedroom and he dropped his laptop case off in the den before making his way upstairs to shower and change.
He was just pulling his shirt on when the doorbell rang.
“Get that please sweetie, it’s probably the babysitter.”
Ellis was fumbling with the shirt buttons all the way down the stairs and had only managed three of them before he arrived at the front door. Pulling it open, he was surprised to find a stranger standing there.
“Hi, you must be Ellis, I’m Laura. Carrie’s sister. Carrie couldn’t make it tonight so I said I’d substitute, you don’t mind do you, Carrie said she’d ring.”
As the machine gun like explosion of words washed over him, he realized her eyes were travelling their own path, over his nearly naked torso, his trousers, which he belatedly realized weren’t fastened, to his bare feet.
He blushed. On cue the telephone rang and he heard his wife pick up the handset in the bedroom.
“I wasn’t interrupting anything was I?”
Laura’s eyes had a twinkle and Ellis realized he was staring at the young woman standing on his porch. Carrie, their normal babysitter was a pretty girl but this vision was something else. Her chestnut hair was cut in a bob that framed her beautiful face with its hazel eyes. Her lips, red and full emphasized the paleness of her flawless complexion.
He swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away as she stood with a slight smile playing across her lips.
“Do you want me to do a pirouette or are you going to ask me in?”
Her throaty laugh sent a shiver through him and he blushed even harder when he realized the young woman had caught him staring at her. Before he could reply, Isla appeared behind him.
“Hi, you must be Laura. That was Carrie on the phone, thank you for standing in for her. Come on in, don’t mind this lump!”
She pulled sharply on his arm, moving him aside so the young denim mini skirt clad woman could come in.
“Thank you, Mrs. Houston.”
“Please call me Isla. This useless lump is Ellis who seems to have forgotten he needs to finish getting ready!”
Ellis took the hint, smiled at Laura and disappeared back up the stairs as his wife, now miraculously perfectly made up and dressed, showed the babysitter where everything was. As always Aimee was already tucked up in her cot and asleep. With a start, he realized he hadn’t even popped his head in the door to see his daughter and promptly rectified that omission before scooting downstairs just in time to hear the honk of a car horn as his brother in law impatiently indicated his arrival.
* * * *
Just after midnight Isla turned the key in the lock, trying to be quiet, although this was difficult as she had a very drunk Ellis leaning heavily on her other side.
“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”
Her brother called softly from the car and Isla turned her head and whispered a negative before easing the door open and guiding her half comatose husband inside.
“Boy, he sure looks worse for wear. Can I help?”
Laura had materialized in the hallway and without waiting for an answer took Ellis’ other arm allowing Isla to swing the door shut behind them.
“Let’s get him in the den.”
Laura nodded agreement and the two manhandled Ellis along the hall and then into the family den where he was allowed to collapse into one of the chairs.
“Thanks!”
“No problem, he sure can tie one on, can’t he?”
Isla chuckled.
“My sister in law, Abbie, can drink anyone under the table and Ellis decided to get into a contest with her. Silly man, he should have known better. Still he’s been working too hard recently, poor lamb.”
She leaned down and stroked her husband’s cheek affectionately.
“Looks like he’s not going to be able to walk you home after all.”
“Not a problem, it’s not that far, only a couple of blocks.”
Isla look
ed at her husband and decided to leave him there rather than struggle to move him upstairs. He looked so comfortable.
“Would you like a drink before you go?”
Laura nodded.
“Vodka and Apple Sourz would be nice.”
“I think I’ll join you, although I normally drink mine neat.”
Moving over to the bar Isla quickly mixed the two drinks, forgetting that both parts of the mixer contained alcohol and in her half inebriated state over did the measures quite outrageously.
“Cheers.”
Laura smiled and sat gracefully back onto the couch and sipped her drink. Isla noted how the younger woman’s very short skirt rose even higher as she crossed her legs and quickly checked her husband was still out of it, which was quickly confirmed by his closed eyes. She sat on the couch next to Laura and kicked off her heels.
“Ooh. That feels good.”
“Feet aching?”
“Yeah. Ever since I had Aimee, I find it hard to wear heels for any length of time. Consequences of pregnancy I suppose. Was she all right by the way?”
“Fine. I checked her several times. Sleeping like a rock. Carrie said she was a little angel and nothing short of an earthquake would stir her.”
“You got that right.”
Isla took another large sip of her drink and stretch her legs out in front of her, wiggling her toes.
“Let me help.”
Laura deposited her drink on the side table and slid down from the couch crawling around to squat in front of Isla. She reached out her hands and gently took hold of both sides of Isla’s stocking clad left foot.
“What?”
“What you need is a nice foot massage. I’m an expert at them. It’ll relax you.”
Isla’s protests died on her lips as she felt the other woman begin to slowly move her soft hands up and down the sides of her foot, not exerting any pressure but not too gentle either. After a couple of minutes, Isla relaxed and laid her head back on the couch and closed her eyes as Laura continued her ministrations. Moving with exquisite slowness, Laura moved her hands from the side of Isla’s feet to the top and finally to the toes where she gently separated each one within the confines of the stocking and stretched them out one by one. Isla sighed in pure bliss.
