Her finger curls inside, hitting my G-spot and making me moan, loud.
"This is called the sacred spot," says Fabi softly.
*Warning:* This 4000+ word lesbian erotica story has a happy ending on the massage table, contains graphic language, and explicit descriptions of sexual activity including yoni massage, fingerfucking, excruciatingly slow Tantric lesbian sex, and more. Intended For Mature Audiences 18+ Only.
Sue was once in a car accident and her back still bothers her to this day. She has a weekly appointment with her massage therapist, Fabi. But when things at work and at home get to be a little too much, Sue comes to her appointment too stressed to be relaxed by Fabi's usual massage. Fabi asks her if she's ever had a Tantric massage...
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"This pillow is for behind your head," says Fabi, placing one there. "This one is for under your hips. And I'll be right back with two more pillows..."
My pussy is elevated in the air, feeling the breeze. I feel exposed, but also free. The last two pillows go under my knees.
"Spread your legs, please," Fabi says. "And breathe. Deep, even breathing."
I do what she says, and she slicks her hands in massage oil again. She waits a few moments, just watching me breathe. My breasts lift with each deep breath.
She places her slick hands on my stomach and begins to gently run her hands along me. My ribcage, my chest, my breasts, my inner thighs... she touches me gently everywhere. Pleasure floods my body. Her hands run over my breasts, squeezing them in her slick hands. Electricity shoots from my nipples to my pussy.
I feel trickles of massage oil landing on my pussy's mound. Her hands are there, cupping my vulva and rubbing it. Then her fingers are squeezing the outer lips of my vagina. Her thumb and index finger carefully trace my outer lips, then my inner lips. I open my eyes and see her looking back at me. Fabi, this amazing, hot woman, with her fingers tantalizingly dancing on my pussy.