Can I Massage Your Pussy?

"Gleep!" Lois gleeped as Angelica undid the strings tying the reporter's panties, pulling the thong away. The reporter turned, a harsh word on her tongue, when the young woman's hand cupped Lois Lane's pussy and squeezed it gently.

"So tense," Angelica Blaze said, rubbing her hand back and forth against the pussy, her other hand grabbing and squeezing one cheek of the reporter's ass and then the other. "You don't get massaged very often, do you?"

"N-no," Lois said, biting back her harsher reply. She wanted to yell at the young woman, but the warm hand on her slit felt...good. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her like that...and so far Angelica was being good, keeping her attention to the outside, not trying to penetrate the reporter.

Maybe I can...let her continue. As long as she doesn't get too fresh...

"You should," the hand on the reporter's pussy shifted its grip, two fingers on either side of the slit, gently digging the fingertips into the labia, the thumb pressing gently against the sensitive bit of skin between the reporter's pussy and asshole. "It's an important part of self-care. Keeps the muscles and ligaments limber. You'd hate to get...intimate...with someone and get a cramp or pull something, wouldn't you?"

"I...guess..." Lois let herself settle back down. Blaze's other hand was pulling harder at her ass, and Lois blushed as she felt a heat rise on her buttocks. She had read that during sex, massaging the buttocks drove blood to the genitals...part of the reason why spanking was often considered an erotic act...

The hands shifted, thumbs now pressing against the inside of the reporter's thighs, not touching her pussy at all. Somehow that was even more frustrating for the reporter than when Angelica had been teasing her slit directly. She had to stop her pussy from twitching as the young woman pushed the thighs apart, settling between the reporter's legs, still keeping her distance.

"Do you mind if I get undressed?" Angelica asked. "It's so hot in here."

It was warmer, Lois noticed. She could feel sweat on her naked skin, feel the wet heat in the air.

It must be the river. If it's kept at or near body temperature...yet, that must be it. She decided.

"Fine," she said, forcing herself not to look at the young woman as shirt, boots, and pants were tossed aside. Lois sat there, unable to touch herself. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to **** her muscles to relax, for her body to calm down.

The young woman's hands settled on the reporter's hips. Lois could feel Angelica's naked legs nudge her own a little wider apart. She wondered what this must look like to someone else...two naked women, one giving the other a massage...not that there was anything strange about that, really. People went to massage parlors all the time. Lois just needed to focus. Think about their situation. It wasn't getting out of control, it wasn't...

"You said before, you'd never been with a woman," Angelica's voice was breathy now, and Lois almost sensed a certain tenseness in her tone. "But if you don't mind me asking..."