Sue Storm Steals A Kiss

The session felt off. There was no quiet banter. The music played, Nairobi's strong hands worked the muscles on Sue Storm's body. Yet there was that unspoken tension between them, the disquiet as they both stewed in their unspoken thoughts. It became unbearable...and when, halfway through, Sue turned over and let Nairobi massage the front of her body, the heroine could see the same stiffness in the young woman's neck and face.

Nairobi wore a kind of Chinese dress today, or at least Chinese-inspired. Turquoise cloth, with red thread on the edges and in embroidered floral patterns. Arms bear, and a little keyhole cut out that showed a slice of dark brown cleavage. It was rather fetching, with Nairobi's skin tone, and Sue stared at the little lines of tension at the edge of her mouth. Remembered the feel of those lips on hers...

The masseuse had her hands on Sue's pelvis, the thumbs stroking the abdominal muscles, to make her way down toward the golden thatch of the Invisible Woman's pussy. With the tension that hung in the air, Sue wasn't sure if Nairobibi would even bother to ask if Sue wanted a happy ending, or how awkward that would be under these circumstances.

No. Sue knew she had to do something.

So she sat up, suddenly and without warning. Nairobi flinched, taken aback by this unexpected movement, but Sue's hands caught her face.

Caught, held.

The Invisible Woman brought her own face towards her. Tilted slightly so their noses wouldn't collide. Their warm lips met, and Nairobi's dark eyes opened in shock...and then the young woman seemed to relax in her grip as her mouth opened, and their tongues met. Tips teasing each other, just a bit.

In an instant, the ice seemed to melt between them. When Sue did at last let Nairobi go, they shared a smile, like a common secret.

"So...did you want a happy ending?" Nairobi said, that familiar twinkle in her eye.