Two on One Massage Time

Massaging Gemma, even when we were making efforts to not make it sexual and instead ‘fun Spa de Nude,’ had you hard. But that was sort of expected. After working your way down Gemma’s feet and then up her ankles and calves to her thighs you were in sexy town.

It was simply impossible not the love every fucking touch as you worked your warm, oil-slick hands over her sink and watched in mould and conform to your touch. Seeing her ass wobble innocently as you worked up and down each leg. Spotting glimpses over her beautiful pussy between her legs as she spread them a little more to give you better access to the soft skin of her inner thighs.

And Sabrina wasn’t helping things. First off, her nipples were hard. Second, she was so intently focused on massaging Gemma that you weren’t sure she realised how hot she looked, too. Oil had somehow gotten onto her front, making her little tits glisten in the candlelight just like it was off of Gemma’s body. Her hands working down Gemma’s spine, or sides, or arm were delicate and forceful in equal measure.

By the time you were up on the bed, kneeling between Gemma’s legs as you leaned forward and started to massage the oil into her butt cheeks, you were almost groaning from how hard your cock was. Which, considering the amount of sex you’d had in between Mock Trial work the day before, felt kind of silly. Still, you tried your best to keep from making the booty massage ever more sexual as you worked your fingers and thumbs along her outer hips first and slowly circled your way over Gemma’s meaty cheeks.

Sabrina, of course, was the one to push things a little. She was straddling Gemma’s back and working on the blonde’s lower back when she smirked at you and let one hand go a little farther down the middle of the back, over Gemma’s tailbone and pushed two fingers into the cleft of Gemma’s butt.

Gemma moaned but didn’t say anything.

Sabrina did it again, a little further, pausing to massage those two fingers on the skin just between Gemma’s cheeks but higher up than her butthole.

You knew on the next one she was gonna go for the jackpot, and you also knew that Gemma would allow it. She was already loose, offering no resistance as you moved her legs or adjusted her. Honestly, you might have wondered if she was asleep if not for her fingers twitching every once in a while and her gentle groans of appreciation.

So you caught Sabrina’s hand as it went to tease Gemma, and she scowled at you, and you gave her a look, and Sabrina sighed silently and shook her head, then nodded. You blew her an air kiss, and she raised her hand into a V in front of her lips and mouthed, ‘I want to-’ and then rimmed her fingers with her tongue in a lewd display.

‘Me too,’ you mouthed back. Then you directed her hand to Gemma’s and Sabrina started massaging it while you grabbed the other one and did the same. You both massaged up Gemma’s arms until you reached her shoulders and armpits.

“OK, Madame,” Sabrina said, dismounting from straddling her. “You have officially brought the sexy back, oui? Now it is time to bring the sexy front.”

“What?” Gemma asked.

“Turn over, love,” you said.

“Oh, right,” she snorted. Gemma groaned as she propped herself up on her hands, and then rolled over onto her back. The towels, thankfully, would save the mattress from the massage oil.

Gemma’s front was just as deliciously attractive as her back. First off, her face was there in all its pretty glory rather than turned to the side, so you could see her full smile and both her beautiful eyes. Then there were her sexy shoulders, and her magnificent chest as her heavy breasts flattened out and fell to the side a little. Her cute, mostly-smooth stomach. Her curvy hips. And her pussy, nestled between her legs, the visible part of her lips looking a little slick already even though it hadn’t been touched.

“Hans, we switch now, yes?” Sabrina suggested. “You start at ze top, I shall start at ze bottom!”

“I think your accent is slipping a little German there, Madame Frauline,” you smirked.

“Bah!” Sabrina said but laughed. “I am the sexy French masseuse.” She knee-walked down the bed and sat down between Gemma’s legs, pulling one foot into her lap and starting to massage it.

That left you to go to Gemma’s head, but you had a bit more of a job to do to try and get comfortable.

“Well, hello there, sailor,” Gemma said as she got an eyeful of your hard cock.

“Couldn’t help it, love,” you said. “Sorry.”

“Never be sorry about getting turned on by me, love,” she grinned.

It took a little working but eventually, Gemma sat up and you sat down behind her so she could lay back and rest her head in your lap, your cock ‘ignored’ for the moment as it pressed against the top of her head lightly. It felt silly and weird, but it gave you access to start massaging Gemma’s forehead and temples. You didn’t add any more oil, just using what was on your fingers already. Then you moved to her cheeks lightly, then down to her jaw. You took your time on her neck next, massaging and also pushing the ‘not sexual’ boundary a little by giving her some full-necked squeezes much like when you would occasionally **** her during sex.

Gemma didn’t say anything, but she did look up at you with a fire in her eyes when you did that, a little smile on her lips.

Moving lower, you massaged her shoulders and clavicle area, and then down to her upper chest. Gemma had played sports as a teen, and intramural into college, and you could feel the muscles in her chest. But then you got to the top of her tits and had nowhere left to go. Sabrina had made her way up Gemma’s thighs and was glancing at you with a smirk as she was massaging Gemma’s pubic mound just a few inches about her pussy, spreading her hands out to also rub down the front of her hips and waist.

“Love,” you said as you pressed one hand onto the middle of Gemma’s chest and slid it down into the cleavage between her breasts, smoothly caressing her sternum. “I think it’s been an hour or so, don’t you?”

“You think?” Gemma asked, blinking her eyes open as she looked up at you with a smile.

“I think so,” you said.

“OK,” Gemma grinned. “Make me- Unf! Oooh, Sabrina!”

Sabrina hadn’t even waited for Gemma’s sentence to end - her mouth was already planted on Gemma’s clit and you were pretty sure at least two fingers were getting inserted into her pussy.

You snorted and shook your head with your own big grin as you slid both your hands down to grope Gemma’s tits. Spa de Nude had officially been thrown out the window.

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