“Well, I’m pretty beat,” Jen said finally. “I think I’ll head into bed.”
Tracy pressed the base of her palm against my clit and thrust a finger into me suddenly, once, twice, then withdrew her hand altogether. The tease!
“I think I’ll turn in too,” she said. She and the other two women moved towards the steps to exit the pool, and I trailed afterwards, gathering my wits. I wondered if I’d be able to sleep tonight.
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Lamya towelled off in front of me, chatting about her call with her kids this evening and plans for March break, oblivious to my distracted and aroused state. I found myself mesmerised by the creaminess of her skin. I had never realised how beautiful her body was. But tonight I was conscious of the roundness of her breasts, despite having breastfed both of her children years before. Her areolas were large and luscious and her nipples stood straight out, longer than my own and very dark. Her stomach was slightly rounded and her skin looked touchably silky. She was mostly waxed, which I had known already since we both went to the same aesthetician, but she had a tasteful line down the centre, framing her vulva.
I realised I probably should not be staring at my friend’s vulva, but thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice. She was smoothing moisturiser into her arms.
“You have a massage tomorrow with Lucie, don’t you?” she asked, squirting more cream into her hand and bending to rub it along her legs.
I grabbed the paper on the dresser, grateful for a distraction and checked the schedule for tomorrow. “Yes,” I said. “And a facial with Marie – she did my exfoliation today.” My pussy throbbed. “And you have an exfoliation and a facial with Chantal.”
“Lucie did my massage today,” Lamya said and I remembered that I had meant to ask her about it. She was braiding her hair and seemed completely unconscious of her naked body. She grabbed her nightshirt from the pile of clean clothes on top of her suitcase and pulled it over her head.
“How was it?” I asked.
“It was great,” she replied after a short pause. “When I mentioned Shannon had referred us here, she recognised the name immediately. She asked if I wanted a really deep tissue massage with an extra treatment for relaxation.” Her brown eyes glinted slightly and she pulled back the covers from her side of the bed. “You should ask for that too,” she continued. “I’d really recommend it.”
“Okay,” I responded absently. “That sounds really good.”
“I don’t know about you,” Lamya said, “but I’m finding this spa very…stimulating. I might read a bit before bed. Did Jen send you any new stories for your e-reader lately?” she asked. “You know – the raunchy ones?”
I knew the ones she meant. They were often called ‘Mommy Porn’, though I wasn’t really sure why. I found most of them pretty predictable and rather tame overall.
“She did, but I admit I haven’t read any of them since the fourth book about the one with that rich guy and the repressed college student. The characters are just so irritating – I end up thinking that they all need some really good therapy!”