Both women get carried away with their fantasies in different ways.

The dreamy atmosphere of the room allowed Mackenzie to dissociate from the task. She massaged for several minutes completely on autopilot as she thought about the last couple days. Remembering all her recent naked adventures, Mackenzie eventually started fantasizing about Sam.

The door was kicked down, sliding across the room. Fog billowed through the open doorway. A neigh is heard as a gallant steed galloped into view. Riding atop sat Samantha wearing a shining suit of armor. Her sandy-blonde hair billowed in the wind. She held out her hand to Mackenzie. A dozen clothing racks slid through the entrance, surrounding the perimeter of the room with every outfit imaginable. A triumphant chorus could be heard.

Mackenzie took Sam’s hand and was scooped up into her arms. Her girlfriend’s protective smile gave her a warm feeling of safety. The horse reared it’s legs and whinnied. The pair shared a long passionate kiss.

The outfits came to life, piling onto the couple. Rescuing her from the smothering ocean of clothing, the steed flew into the air with a sudden rush of air. The couple surfed on a wave of clothing into the sky. Mackenzie was still naked and cradled in the arms of Sam. Their makeout session continued during their meteoric rise. As they passed clouds made of fabric, they finally separated their lips.

A warm feeling coursed through Mackenzie. Sam’s protective arms started to explore her body. The armor-clad blonde began playing with the nude redhead’s breasts. Fingertips rolled and tweaked. Palms caressed and fondled. One hand took over the job of two as the second journeyed slowly down Mackenzie’s tight tummy. Approaching its destination, the intrepid explorer tickled a tuft of hair at the top of Mackenzie’s red landing strip. The journey complete, two fingers slid over slippery folds.

After what felt like centuries of teasing, Mackenzie’s knight in shining armor Sam began to give her what she wanted. What she needed. What she craved. Sam explored her body and gave her feelings she never thought possible. Fingers plunged, prodded, and petted.

The sky turned red. The fabric clouds turned to eyes, and the sea of clothing morphed from empty outfits to full on witnesses. Mackenzie wanted to hide from her nigh-endless audience, but the pleasure was too good. She panted and looked into Sam’s eyes with lust. Why is she doing this?

“Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna get my back?” Sam asked her.

Mackenzie looked confused. The sea of onlookers watching her lewd display faded away, and the clouds of eyes gazing at her and Sam’s most intimate act disappeared. The gallant steed vanished. Mackenzie came back down to Earth. Looking down, her girlfriend’s armored arms evaporated, revealing her own oily bare hands.

Mackenzie took a few long seconds to return to reality. Her fingers were momentarily still but one set still pinched a hardened point while the others kissed her entrance. Time stood still as Mackenzie willed herself to stop.

Rebecca’s face down anyways, so maybe she won’t notice, Mackenzie justified to herself, too far-gone for full rational thought. She closed her eyes as if that would hide her imminent actions.

Mackenzie gave in. Her body felt too good. She twisted her nipple, rolling it in her hand. Two fingers plunged deep into herself. Her thumb joined in on the fun by rubbing her clit. A moan escaped Mackenzie’s mouth, echoing into the room as she accelerated her actions. She bit her lip, holding back further noises. For a few sweet seconds the only sound she could hear was the squelching of her misdeeds. The blushing redhead struggled to stay silent when a squeak cut through the air. Her heart skipped a beat.

Natalie! Mackenzie thought, turning and locking eyes with the blonde masseuse.

Natalie’s hands were pressed hard into Rebecca with her bra sitting loosely between her wrists, draped across the customer’s ass. Her bare breasts were exposed to the room. She looked like a deer in the headlights, practically begging Mackenzie to not say anything.

Natalie may have been topless now but Mackenzie’s hands were up to something far naughtier. Mackenzie realized her hands still hadn’t stopped moving. She yelped and quickly let go of her nipple while extracting her fingers. A long string of fluid connected her hand to her pussy for a few seconds before breaking. She started backing away and held her disobedient hands away from her pleading body.

Rebecca stirred and Natalie waddled over, holding her shoulders down. Natalie looked like she might pass out as she begged Mackenzie for help with her eyes.

Rebecca wiggled under Natalie’s hold.

Mackenzie thought about covering herself, but she didn’t trust her hands to behave. Deciding to hover her hands in front of her naughty bits, she hid herself well enough.

A few sensitive areas begged her oh so close hands to resume their previous actions. Mackenzie struggled against the temptation and ultimately even the close proximity of her hover hands was too tempting.

Mackenzie willed her arms to her sides and watched the impromptu wrestling match in front of her.

Natalie got down to business. She was a talented masseuse, and prided herself on that. So, she didn’t let her shaky hands and nervous demeanor get in the way. If Mackenzie can do this, so can I, she thought.

While she worked on massaging Rebecca, Natalie found herself gawking at Mackenzie. While the redhead stared off into space, she took this private moment to do some good old-fashioned ogling. Mackenzie was leaning over Rebecca’s back, her oily boobs bunched up and jiggling as she followed Rebecca’s instruction to push harder or in another area. Natalie was left to herself as she focused on the pair of hard nipples topping her workmate’s glorious globes. But Sam said she just lost her special extra soft clothes, so she can’t be enjoying this, Natalie thought, doing her own fantasizing for a few minutes. She imagined all the adventures Mackenzie might have gone through over the last two days. Natalie’s already deep blush deepened.

After a few minutes of this, Natalie’s ‘she can’t be enjoying this’ hypothesis was absolutely proven untrue as she watched one of Mackenzie’s hands leave Rebecca’s back and begin playing with her right nipple. Mackenzie’s eyes were closed, and Natalie felt a pang of jealousy at how brazen the woman before her was being. Soon after the first, a second hand joined in. Both breasts were now being full on pawed at by Mackenzie, her hands squeezing and tweaking with increased vigor.

Natalie was taken aback. Man, if she can do THAT, I could go a little further… her mind filled with naughty thoughts. But Rebecca might notice… She used one hand on Rebecca’s lower back, pushing harder to try and cover for the three missing hands, as her other hand reached back and unclasped her bra.

One of Mackenzie’s hands stopped, trailing down her body slowly. Her other hand switched from breast to breast, maintaining the same activity as when there was two. The other hand approached Mackenzie’s crotch, following parallel to her useless towel’s strip of fabric. Natalie held her breath and watched, her unclasped bra held on with an arm over her chest.

Mackenzie started full on masturbating right there in front of Natalie, Rebecca, and God Himself. I can’t believe this… It’s just like my stories… She’s touching herself… Is she really doing this? Natalie’s mind was reeling, overwhelmed by her fantasy come to life. Natalie herself tweaked one of her nipples through her thick bra cup. She just couldn’t not join the fun but wanted plausible deniability if either woman noticed her inappropriate misdeed.

Rebecca moved slightly, neglected by the distracted masseuses. “Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna get my back?” Rebecca asked the pair, her head still in the massage table face hole.

Natalie blushed, quickly pressing both her arms down on Rebecca, one on her lower back and the other on her upper thighs. She redoubled her efforts to cover for Mackenzie, with overexaggerated massaging to make up for the missing pair of hands.

In her haste to slap her hands down on Rebecca, her loose bra slipped down her arms and landed squarely across Rebecca’s ass, tickling it with the frilly material. Natalie internally cursed herself for making such a mistake, and her eyes nearly exploded out of her head as she looked down to see her own bare chest.

Looking back to Mackenzie, Natalie saw her hands frozen in place for a few seconds before Mackenzie closed her eyes and resumed her previous activity. Mackenzie looked like she was really getting into it now, and Natalie noticed her own nipples proudly jutting forward. Natalie squeaked and bit her lip in nervousness. Her fantasy was getting way too out of hand!

For Natalie, the fact that she was topless and Mackenzie was playing with herself, both right under Rebecca’s nose, was absolutely intoxicating. Natalie thought she might have a heart attack as Mackenzie’s eyes locked with hers. The redhead’s hands didn’t stop. She’s looking at me and still playing with herself! Mackenzie’s glossy eyes looked pained as she pulled her hands away from herself and started to back up a couple steps. This had gone farther than Natalie ever thought possible.

Rebecca stirred and put her hands on the table as if to lift her head.

Natalie sprung into action, waddling over and pressing down hard on Rebecca’s shoulders and neck, holding her in place and feigning a bit of a massage to buy time. She had no time to put her bra back on, and left the frilly garment draped across Rebecca’s butt.

Natalie looked like she might pass out as she begged Mackenzie for help with her eyes.