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Crystal said, rising up to prop herself on her elbows.
Lauren couldn’t help but notice Crystal’s full, heavy breasts were still partially pressed against the table even though she was propped up. Crystal was tiny, but her breasts were large and full for her size.
Lauren swallowed, wondering why the sight of Crystal’s breast gave her a tingle in her own. She’d never felt this way toward another woman. Possibly it was the hint of contact, of a fantasy, that caused it.
Missy’s hands slid over her shoulders, slick with lotion. “Now, please relax. Let me do the work.”
The scent of cinnamon rose to her nostrils. Then a tingling heat permeated her shoulders where Missy expertly massaged. “Um, that does feel wonderful,” she said, closing her eyes.
“Told you,” Crystal said. “Now, I’ve heard your fantasy entails a bit of bondage. Were you satisfied by Morgan and Justice in that arena?”
Lauren opened her eyes and looked at Crystal. “Um, yes. Can I ask…do you normally discuss these things in front of…?” She didn’t know what to call Missy. She didn’t want to offend her in any way, but she did seem to be an employee, not a partner.
“We can discuss anything in front of Missy, or any of the other employees. They are all part of Cane, Moss, and White, so you don’t need to feel you need to hide anything. Right, Missy?”
“Right, Crystal.” Missy kneaded the muscles over Lauren’s shoulder blades, her fingers dancing over her skin.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t worry, Lauren,” Missy replied. “You haven’t offended me.
Now relax. I’m going to move down your back. Loosen you up a bit.”
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Her hands moved lower, stroking Lauren’s skin. She almost sighed, it felt so good.
“How do you feel about indulging someone in a fantasy?” Crystal asked. “I mean, a fantasy not your own.”
“What do you mean?” Lauren didn’t quite understand.
“Well, we’re all about having a healthy, satisfied sex life with a strong connection between all of our colleagues, but say, if someone asked you to fulfill their fantasy…would you be willing to indulge them ?”
She thought about it for a moment. It was getting hard to think straight with Missy’s hands on her. The warm lotion had some ingredient, a special something, that made it feel as if a thousand tongues of flame, licking, teasing, roamed over her flesh, tickling her toward frustration. Yes, she was definitely feeling the effects of the lotion, and the touching, and it was igniting her libido.
“Uh, yes, I would be willing to, I think. Short of a few bodily functions, that is.”
“I don’t think you need worry about any golden showers and the like. We don’t normally indulge in that.” Crystal shifted, sitting up.
The towel fell away, and as she slid off the table, she was revealed in all her naked glory.
Lauren felt another zing whip through her, intrigue filling her.
“Are you asking if I would fulfill your fantasy?” She locked gazes with Crystal.
She tilted her head. “Yes, I am.”
Lauren smiled at her, totally relaxed. “I’ll do my best, but I’m not sure what it is you want from me.”
“How about I show you?” She took a step toward the table and slid her arm around Missy’s waist. “I’ll take it from here, but stay. I may…need you,” she said to the young woman.
Missy stepped away, handing the bottle of lotion to Crystal. “I’ll just watch for a bit, if you don’t mind.”
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“Do you mind, Lauren? It is one of Missy’s fantasies,” Crystal asked.
“Okay. That’s fine, I guess.”
Missy smiled and moved to the wicker chair. She sat down and crossed her legs, getting comfortable, it seemed.
Lauren wasn’t sure what was coming next. Then Crystal’s hands were on her back, massaging. The tingling sensation grew, heating her flesh. She closed her eyes again and ordered herself to relax.
“Do you like the cinnamon?”
Lauren couldn’t help but notice Crystal’s full, heavy breasts were still partially pressed against the table even though she was propped up. Crystal was tiny, but her breasts were large and full for her size.
Lauren swallowed, wondering why the sight of Crystal’s breast gave her a tingle in her own. She’d never felt this way toward another woman. Possibly it was the hint of contact, of a fantasy, that caused it.
Missy’s hands slid over her shoulders, slick with lotion. “Now, please relax. Let me do the work.”
The scent of cinnamon rose to her nostrils. Then a tingling heat permeated her shoulders where Missy expertly massaged. “Um, that does feel wonderful,” she said, closing her eyes.
“Told you,” Crystal said. “Now, I’ve heard your fantasy entails a bit of bondage. Were you satisfied by Morgan and Justice in that arena?”
Lauren opened her eyes and looked at Crystal. “Um, yes. Can I ask…do you normally discuss these things in front of…?” She didn’t know what to call Missy. She didn’t want to offend her in any way, but she did seem to be an employee, not a partner.
“We can discuss anything in front of Missy, or any of the other employees. They are all part of Cane, Moss, and White, so you don’t need to feel you need to hide anything. Right, Missy?”
“Right, Crystal.” Missy kneaded the muscles over Lauren’s shoulder blades, her fingers dancing over her skin.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t worry, Lauren,” Missy replied. “You haven’t offended me.
Now relax. I’m going to move down your back. Loosen you up a bit.”
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Her hands moved lower, stroking Lauren’s skin. She almost sighed, it felt so good.
“How do you feel about indulging someone in a fantasy?” Crystal asked. “I mean, a fantasy not your own.”
“What do you mean?” Lauren didn’t quite understand.
“Well, we’re all about having a healthy, satisfied sex life with a strong connection between all of our colleagues, but say, if someone asked you to fulfill their fantasy…would you be willing to indulge them ?”
She thought about it for a moment. It was getting hard to think straight with Missy’s hands on her. The warm lotion had some ingredient, a special something, that made it feel as if a thousand tongues of flame, licking, teasing, roamed over her flesh, tickling her toward frustration. Yes, she was definitely feeling the effects of the lotion, and the touching, and it was igniting her libido.
“Uh, yes, I would be willing to, I think. Short of a few bodily functions, that is.”
“I don’t think you need worry about any golden showers and the like. We don’t normally indulge in that.” Crystal shifted, sitting up.
The towel fell away, and as she slid off the table, she was revealed in all her naked glory.
Lauren felt another zing whip through her, intrigue filling her.
“Are you asking if I would fulfill your fantasy?” She locked gazes with Crystal.
She tilted her head. “Yes, I am.”
Lauren smiled at her, totally relaxed. “I’ll do my best, but I’m not sure what it is you want from me.”
“How about I show you?” She took a step toward the table and slid her arm around Missy’s waist. “I’ll take it from here, but stay. I may…need you,” she said to the young woman.
Missy stepped away, handing the bottle of lotion to Crystal. “I’ll just watch for a bit, if you don’t mind.”
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“Do you mind, Lauren? It is one of Missy’s fantasies,” Crystal asked.
“Okay. That’s fine, I guess.”
Missy smiled and moved to the wicker chair. She sat down and crossed her legs, getting comfortable, it seemed.
Lauren wasn’t sure what was coming next. Then Crystal’s hands were on her back, massaging. The tingling sensation grew, heating her flesh. She closed her eyes again and ordered herself to relax.
“Do you like the cinnamon?”
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