Massage

Fleur guided her to the massage table, their wet bodies slipping and sliding against each other. Hermione lay down, her legs spread slightly apart, allowing Fleur to continue her exploration. The French witch's fingers danced over her pussy, teasing and stroking until Hermione was panting with need.

Fleur leaned over her, her breasts hovering just above Hermione's face. "Ready for the massage, my dear?" she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Hermione nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. She had never felt this way about another woman before, but she couldn't deny the attraction she had for Fleur. It was as if all her inhibitions had been washed away with the soap and water.

The massage began with Fleur's hands gliding over her shoulders, pressing firmly into the tense muscles. But it quickly escalated as her hands moved down, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples once again. Hermione arched her back, offering herself up to the other woman's touch.

Fleur took her time, exploring every inch of Hermione's body as if it were a map she was committing to memory. Her fingers danced down to her stomach, tracing the outline of her belly button before moving lower. Hermione's breath grew shallower as she felt Fleur's hand move between her legs, her thumb circling her clit as her other fingers slipped inside her.

The room was filled with the sounds of their wet, slippery skin sliding together, the occasional gasp or moan escaping Hermione's lips. It was a symphony of pleasure, one that she never wanted to end.

Fleur's other hand snaked around to cup her ass, squeezing gently as her thumb worked its magic. Hermione's hips began to buck, her body moving in rhythm with the strokes of Fleur's hand.

"Oh, Fleur..." she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Please..."

Fleur leaned down and kissed her neck, her breath hot against her skin. "I've got you, Hermione. Just let go."

And with that, Hermione did. Her body convulsed as she climaxed, her juices mixing with the oil on the table. Fleur didn't stop, though, continuing to stroke and kiss her until the last tremor passed through her body.

Hermione collapsed onto the table, panting and sated. She had never felt so alive, so cared for, and so desired.

"I'm not finished with you yet," Fleur whispered in her ear, her voice filled with promise.

And with that, the next phase of their erotic journey was about to begin.

"Now, for the real magic," Fleur said, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she climbed onto the massage table. She straddled Hermione, her legs spread wide, her own soapy, glistening body poised above hers. "You've heard of nuru massages, yes?"

Hermione's eyes went wide as Fleur began to spread the special gel over her own body. "I...I have," she managed to say, her voice thick with anticipation.

Fleur leaned in, her breasts pressing into Hermione's face as she whispered, "It's an ancient Japanese art form, designed to provide ultimate relaxation and pleasure. And I'm going to show you just how good it feels."

With that, she began to glide over Hermione's body, her slick skin sliding against hers in a sensuous dance of eroticism. Hermione could feel every curve and contour of Fleur's body as they moved together, her senses heightened from the recent orgasm.

The gel was warm and slippery, making every touch feel amplified. Fleur's firm breasts glided over her stomach and chest, sending waves of pleasure through her body. The sensation was overwhelming, like nothing Hermione had ever experienced before. She could feel herself growing wetter as the gel mixed with her own arousal, creating a deliciously naughty blend of scents in the steamy room.

Fleur's hands never stopped moving, caressing and stroking every part of her body, as if memorizing every inch of her skin. Hermione's own hands explored the softness of Fleur's curves, her fingertips tracing the lines of her waist and hips, her palms cupping the firmness of her ass.

Their breath mingled as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. It was like they were two instruments in an intimate symphony of desire, each note and beat driving them closer to the crescendo of passion.

Fleur leaned down and kissed her, a soft, tender kiss that spoke volumes of the trust and connection they shared in that moment. Hermione's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as their tongues danced together.

The nuru massage was more than just a physical act; it was an emotional and spiritual bonding, a sharing of pleasure that transcended friendship.

The tension in Hermione's body melted away as Fleur's slippery form slid over her, bringing a sense of peace and contentment she had never felt before. The room was filled with the sound of their soft moans and sighs, the only evidence of the passionate exchange happening on the massage table.

Fleur's hands slid down to her pussy, her fingers expertly finding Hermione's clit, and she began to rub and tease it in time with the rhythm of their bodies. Hermione's hips bucked upward, her body begging for more.

Fleur chuckled, low and throaty, against Hermione's neck. "So responsive," she murmured, her voice filled with approval.

Their movements grew more frantic as the tension built once again. Hermione's breath came in gasps as she felt the beginnings of another climax.