Nairobi Develops A Crush on Sue Storm

"And how is my favorite customer today?" Nairobi said, her smile broader and more authentic.

"Deeply regretting getting tackled by a Kronan," Sue Storm said, returning the smile and slipping out of her robe and settling onto the table.

After weeks of regular visits, the Invisible Woman had shed much of her former reticence to be naked in front of Nairobi. The young masseuse simply took nudity as a matter of course. They had talked about it during some of their own sessions. Nairobi told Sue how she often shed all of her clothes the moment she stepped inside her apartment, and did the housework completely in the altogether.

"Well, except for this," Nairobi said, as she touched the necklace that Sue had gifted her. "I almost never take it off."

Sue smiled at that. She sighed and settled her head against the pillow as Nairobi's hands began to knead the stress and soreness in her muscles. While she sometimes had her doubts about her sessions with Dr. Stone, Sue had to admit that regular massages were a definite improvement in her quality of life.

Nairobi, for her part, appreciated the chance to touch the body of a real, live heroine. The revelation of Sue Storm's not-so-secret identity hadn't shocked her. If anything, it had intrigued her. Sue lived such an amazing life—and when she told Nairobi the tales of her adventures, the young woman could see past her life at university, her job as a masseuse barely making ends meet, bringing off fat, spoiled women with too much money and not enough...of whatever it was that made Sue Storm something more than just a client.

The young woman bit her lip as her hand moved, unbidden, between Sue's legs. The blonde hadn't even asked yet, but she simply spread her legs a little wider to give Nairobi better access. They had played this game many times over the last few weeks...and as her hand cupped Sue's mons and rubbed at her clit, it was all that Nairobi could do to resist leaning down and biting that ripe peach of an ass.

"Hmmm...God, you're so good at that," Sue said with a sigh. "I wish my husband were half as handy."

"It takes a woman's touch," Nairobi said, her voice suddenly tight with a slight flare of jealousy. If only she wasn't married, maybe Nairobi could allow herself a little daydream. But the Invisible Woman was married to Mister Fantastic. That was the way of it. And there was no way for Nairobi to insert herself into Sue's life more than she already was. After all, if the world knew that a brown woman was sliding two fingers into Sue Storm's hot, juicy cunny, repressing her own moans as she listened to the music that Sue made...

Well. It would have been hard not to crush on her a little.