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Subject: {ASSM} Les Massage  part 1
Date: Sat,  4 Nov 2000 01:10:06 -0500
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This is a true story... not long ago, I had my very first lesbian experience.

This is how it happened...

 

"Les Massage... part 1"

Several months ago I first began having thoughts of a lesbian nature... I was
watching the Howard Stern show on television one Saturday
night. He was conducting a "Lesbian Dating Game", in which three "ordinary"
women were competing for a chance to have a one-hour
"date" with two gorgeous porn actresses (Jenna Jameson and Nikki Tyler).

Sitting there, I wondered how it would be if I was one of the contestants...
and I won! 

Well... it was if a dam had burst somewhere in my mind, and a flood of
yearning was released. Thoughts of carnal love with other women
came unbidden over the next days and weeks, and I was shocked, embarrassed
and confused by these thoughts. I found myself looking at
other women on the street and while shopping... a particularly embarrassing
moment occurred when a very attractive young teller at my
bank caught me staring at her rather large chest! We both turned red, and I
left the bank flustered and almost in tears... only to go home
immediately and take a long shower...

I knew I had to do something about this, without fulfillment of these
desires, I felt that I would soon go mad! 

Well, what to do... I recalled over-hearing some conversation that my husband
and his poker buddies were having when they had a game at
our house. It seems that there were a great many "massage parlors" in the
industrial areas to the north and east of Toronto where
various illicit services could be had.

And I recalled seeing a curious abundance of "health spas", "massage
studios", and "aromatherapy clinics" around the area of my old
office... 

After taking a drive up there and jotting down a few names from these
store-fronts, I bought a local newspaper and matched up some of
the names with some ads in the paper.

"Beautiful young European staff"... "Indian and Far East Girls"... "Six Lovely
Oriental Attendants"... yes, my suspicions were correct!

Coincidentally enough, I had also around that time found my husband's
hidden cache of sexy magazines, most of which were called
"Oriental Women" and "Shaved Orientails". Many of the girls in the
magazines were very cute and had a smoky sexuality... a shiver ran
down my spine as I made my decision!

I made a visit to the "Bambi Studio" (the name has been changed, but it's
the same place with the same staff), in order to get some basic
information. 

By the way, I was rather proud of the "detective work" that I was doing. It
was exciting, in a dangerous way!

Well, the place looked very clean and well-maintained. I asked the
receptionist if they ever had any female customers, and she said that
they did have several regular lady customers. I then asked her for their
rates, and after a momentary hesitation, she replied that the
basic rate was C$30 (US$20) for 30 minutes. I looked at her and smiled, and
she then told me that there was also a C$60 charge for a
nude massage and C$80 for a "nude reverse rub" (in which the customer and
attendant are both nude, and the customer may massage the
attendant).

I thanked her, and asked if I could come in the following Monday for a nude
reverse rub. She made a notation in a book, and that was
that... I would return on Monday at noon...

Monday finally came, the last day of my husband's out-of-town trip. It was
now or never, and although I had many second thoughts about
going through with it, I showered, dressed and drove to the studio...

I walked in, and a very beautiful young woman glided over to greet me. She
was wearing a flowered silk blouse, a long white clingy skirt,
and a warm and friendly smile! She asked me to follow her, which I did... I
noticed that she was a bit taller than me, and that she was
wearing white thong panties beneath her sheer skirt.

She ushered me into a small, dimly lit room. There was a table/bed in the
center, and a small bedside cabinet. The cabinet contained
towels and bottles of oils and lotions, and a teapot with two cups stood on
top of it. A long mirror ran along one wall, and there was soft
music playing... a rather nice atmosphere!

The girl asked me to please pay her in advance, which I did. Then she told
me to please undress, and that she would be back soon. So, I
got undressed and lay on my stomach on the table, with only a small towel
across my behind.

Then I heard a soft knock on the door, and she was back, favoring me with
her sweet smile. She began to undress... 

I felt a bit odd, so I began to make small-talk with her. She told me that
she was 23, and of mixed Vietnamese and Malayan ancestry. She
certainly had a very exotic look: long wavy black hair, very full dark rose
colored lips, and a pale alabaster complexion. By the time she
had removed all of her clothing, I could see that she had a very nice body.
She was very slim, but curvaceous, and her breasts were
medium sized and very round. 

Oh, she also told me that her name was "Tammy", which I thought was very
amusing... I was expecting something like "Plum Blossom" !

Well, Tammy oiled up her hands, it was time to begin. I was shaking
slightly, and I knew that I was wet down there. 

She began to rub my shoulders and upper back, firmly yet gently. She slowly
worked her way down to the soles of my feet, then started
back up again. I was becoming more relaxed from her expert attentions, but
at the same time I was definitely becoming aroused from the
touch of her soft slim hands on my body...

As Tammy began to massage my inner thighs, I raised my hips slightly... and
her hands went right to my mound! I was shocked in spite of
myself, swallowed convulsively, and went into a coughing fit, of all
things!!

Tammy, looking quite concerned, helped me to sit up and brought me some tea
from the bedside stand. As I sipped the delicious green tea,
the urge to cough faded. I looked up at her, and I noticed that she was
staring at my breasts. I looked down, and saw that my nipples
were hard and standing out from the ariolas... 

I had pretty much forgotten that I was naked, it just seemed so natural to
be sitting there naked, drinking tea with her! 

She gave me a reassuring smile, and motioned for me to lie down again, this
time on my back. 

Tammy oiled her hands again, and began to rub my neck and shoulders. Once
again, I felt the tension drain out of me. Her hands then
moved down to my breasts, and she began to actually massage them... not
just feel them up, but massage them! It was an incredible feeling,
her skilled fingers stroking me in a radiating motion towards, and then
away from my nipples. 

Then she began to include my nipples in with her massage, circling them,
softly brushing them with her fingertips... and each touch sent a
pulse of electric pleasure down to my groin...

I looked up at Tammy, and I reached out my hands to cup her breasts... oh,
what a moment! I was actually holding another woman's
breasts in my hands! And they were so soft, like my baby's bum when he was
just a new-born... 

I began to massage them in the same style as she was doing to me, and I
could tell Tammy was enjoying my efforts. When I gently tugged
on her nipples, she made the cutest little "squeaking" noise!

Well, with all this going on I was breathing faster, and my heart had
speeded up...then Tammy moved one hand down to my mound again,
slowly this time so as not to shock me. 

I opened my thighs a bit, and I felt her fingers on the outer edges of my
labia, softly stroking them. Such a perfect sensation: her touch
was light, but not so light as to tickle. I opened my legs a little wider,
and her warm fingers delved deeper into my genitals, softly, gently
rubbing and stroking me. 

One finger circled my opening, and then entered me almost excruciatingly
slowly... deeper and deeper, until it was all the way inside me.

(All of her touching was done in the most gentle, yet insistent fashion,
very very different from the way I had always been touched by a
man. Tammy knew what she was doing, and what she was going to do, yet she
did not fumble her way or hurry the process. This was not a
rushed prelude to the "main event", this WAS the main event, and I was
enjoying her ministrations beyond anything I had expected or
imagined...)

Well... at that point, Tammy began to move her finger, ever so slightly... the
movement had a purpose, however, and I felt her finger
searching and finding many small pleasure centers inside me. 

I have never been able to find my G-spot, in fact I wasn't even sure that I
had one. But dear Tammy definitely found it, and perhaps my
H, I, J and K-spots as well! She repeatedly brought me to brink of orgasm,
then let me settle back, time and again... I felt myself losing
control, on the verge of passing out... I managed to get a word out to her:
"...please!".

Tammy then brought her head down to my pussy, and I felt the exquisite
sensation of her warm wet lips and tongue exploring me as a
butterfly sips sweet nectar from a flower... She took my lips into her mouth
and gently nibbled them, one, then the other. Her hot,
silky-soft tongue lapped my vulva, circling my clit, then gently sucking
the little pearl... that did it, I was carried away by an immense
wave of pleasure! The room spun, shrunk to a point, and exploded again and
again, the only constant being Tammy's tongue on my clit.

My thighs then locked together around her head, as if by reflex. I heard
Tammy struggling to speak, and the vibrations!! 

Well, at last the waves ebbed, and the world returned to normalcy. My
thighs relaxed and flopped open, and I felt completely satisfied
and satiated. Lovely Tammy wasn't angry at all, thankfully, and she quickly
dressed and went to get some warm wet towels... 

I glanced over at my smiling face in the mirror, smiled at myself, and felt
wonderfully at peace... Then Tammy returned, smiling sweetly,
of course, and she cleaned me up like a mother does to her baby! She helped
me to the shower, and afterwards to get dressed again.

I gave her a C$20 tip which she very much appreciated, and a kiss good-bye...

I must have driven home in a daze, because I cannot recall the trip at all!
Later, as I recalled the experience to myself, I realized that I
didn't really do anything to Tammy besides play with her breasts! Well, I'm
not complaining, I'll just have to make a return visit...

All in all, it was a fantastic, unforgettable experience! Would it have
been the same at another massage studio, with a different
attendant? I don't think so, Tammy was something special, and I feel that I
was very lucky to have been with her. As my first lesbian
experience, it couldn't be beat! I can only hope that any future
experiences will be as good, or if it's possible, better!

I do know, for certain, that a man could never have given me the sublime
pleasure that Tammy did. 

She knew WHERE to touch me, WHEN to stop one activity and begin another,
WHAT the different pleasure centers of a woman are, and
HOW to stimulate them in the most effective manner. 

No going right for the clitoris, no fumbling about hoping to get things
over with so that the "real" sex can begin... and no scratchy face
between my thighs! 

The only questions that remain are, are all women as skilled as Tammy? Is
it a natural ability, or has Tammy honed her technique with
experience?

I hope to find some answers when I return to the studio, and to Tammy... 




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