The following is a rewrite of a previous story I wrote for my “Harper’s Awakening – Chapter 5, Part 1”. I have added Part’s 2 and 3 to conclude Chapter 5. I hope you enjoy it and as always…all cheers…jeers…comments…questions…are very much encouraged.
Chapter 6 will be forthcoming…
Thanks again for the support,
Michelle
Harper's Awakening - Chapter 5, Part 1
"The Obsession"
by
Michelle
Since I got on my “health-nut kick” and began working out very early in the mornings, like 430-500 a.m., one of the sacrifices I had to make was a large breakfast and coffee in the morning. I had made a habit of stopping at this Starbucks a block from my office building, which also served some healthy food too. I have always tried to eat right. I have a good figure; some people would call me lean, as I'm fairly tall at 5’ 9-1/2” plus and 138 pounds. If I didn't eat right, I would probably bloat up like a balloon! I run five miles a day in the park and on the treadmill if the weather is bad, along with my boxing training and I do yoga twice a week. We have a Stair Master, exercise bicycles, and some other exercise equipment at the apartment, which kept my legs and butt looking great. Still, it was nothing compared to this hot girl that I had been noticing in the Starbucks every morning the last few weeks (and yes, we girls DO notice those things too, trust me!). I also noticed her because she had recently come to work for our firm. She worked on the other side of my floor so I hadn’t had a chance to go over and formally meet her. I was now making it my mission to do so!
My libido has a way of making me do things I otherwise might not.
Every morning lately, when I came in for my cappuccino and oat bran muffin (with an occasional splurge on a chocolate chunk cookie), she would almost invariably be standing in line in front of me. She was there like clockwork, meticulous with her schedule (just like me, Ms. Anal herself).
And I thought I WAS ANAL?
She always ordered a fruit smoothie and a chocolate chip cookie, everyday. She appeared to be about the same age as me, somewhere around mid-thirties. Her body was like a rock and appeared to be very toned with little trace of fat. There was nothing left to the imagination regarding her femininity, she had it in spades. She was PERFECT!
GOD I HATE THAT!
She was about five foot, nine inches tall, about the same as me, probably about the same weight. She had long light brown hair that looked soft and shiny and seem to frame her facial features beautifully. Her hair seemed to glow as it hung down her back and she generally had it pulled back tight in a ponytail. Her hair seemed so silky and I wanted to reach out and touch it, to see how it felt in my hand, run it through my fingers.
Is that wild or what?
I told you I was hooked!
She rarely had much make-up on. Her eyes were a piercing, ice blue (God they made me melt!) color and sparkled behind these purple horned rimmed oval shaped reading glasses she often wore at work that made her even more white-hot sexy to me! I just imagined those eyes were the mirror to one really hot feminine, erotic soul. I wondered how long I could stare into them without her thinking me totally creepy. I told a friend about her and described her this way:
"She seemed like she could be very engaging and very assertive (but not bitchy, there's a difference…trust me) at the same instant, yet she doesn’t seem to make any concessions for who she really is or what she stands for." "In fact, she's DAMN proud of it. She has this supreme air of confidence about her that arouses me beyond words"
She seemed like she was pretty much all business/dead serious about everything most of the time! It know probably wasn’t fair of me to judge her like that. She did have the most wonderful laugh (OK, maybe I AM being judgmental now, but in a GOOD WAY!). I suspected that maybe she wasn’t as “hard” as she seemed to often show. “I was just intimidated by her awesomeness!” is a phrase I had heard before and probably explains how I feel about her.
Morgan was the antithesis of a character like “Gamora” from the movie “Guardians of the Galaxy” in many ways. You know the type, they're usually physically strong, they can curse like construction workers (even in front of their Mom’s; and by the way, Morgan cussed little. Now me on the other hand, I cuss like a sailor!). They could probably kill any living thing that crosses them (and enjoy it) and they are super happy being that way (am I describing anyone you know?). If you've seen the film, you probably noted that in a “twist”, Gamora gets to play with the big boys in the film in ways that simply don't feel “token”. For one she doesn't come off as weak when a male attempts to order or influence her. Her role isn’t one that’s five minutes of eye candy and/or T&A. She isn’t even introduced as the love interest of the main character (Maybe Quill had to warm up to the fact that she has green skin).
Gamora is a very forceful and a "Take-No-Prisoners" type of girl. She probably feels like she needs to be. Now while some might say, she's just a comic book super heroine, these characters have often influenced us with their strength (inner, not just physical), attitude, and courageover the years. It also helps Gamora gets to exist a bit as a driver of the plot and not so much the “sex object in leather”.
Now I personally love being a sex object in leather, but that's just me.
Characters like Gamora often exhibit what I would describe as cocky/aggressive, almost "manly" personality characteristics, but they just happen to be.... girls..... and damn sexy ones! The best part of this is that bogus gender lines get broken; nobody's going to say Gamora isn’t able to do the job, even if it means kicking some ass or committing murder on a large scale. Just look how rough and tough she supposedly is. However, the basic problem with this is that characters that are "awesome" or "kick-ass" are pretty much masculine-by-design, whereas characters that are "weak" or "submissive" are almost always written into scripts as largely feminine traits.
Makes you feel great to be a woman huh?
*rolls my eyes*
It really drives me nuts how we place all this importance on these really silly pre-existing “sexual roles” that show their influence by singing the praises of traits associated with masculinity and maligning those associated with femininity. The "usual roles" almost ALWAYS show their significance by celebrating the attributes defined as male and vilifying traits associated with females.
Jesus what an unmitigated CROCK OF SHIT!
Anyway, see what happens when you take a few psychology courses from an elitist private school?
RANT OVER!
It was her body that was really driving me nuts though!
Now that probably doesn't surprise you that I'd be obsessed by her body, now does it?
She had what I guess most folks would call an awesome “beach-bod”. God she was really cut! She was slender, but curvy at the same time. She generally was dressed in tight black yoga pants, sometimes with a zip-up hooded sweater that said “STANFORD” in white script letters on the front, which was what first caught my attention. She often looked to just have a white sports bra on underneath it, new white Nike trainers and short, white ankle socks. There was no disguising her toned, sinewy muscled, figure, especially her legs and ass. I had heard she ran like I did so that made sense (I’ll explain how I “heard” this a bit later…mebbe). Her shoulders were a little more toned than most girls but as I said earlier, she was “way” feminine. She also had a very sexy curve to her tight butt, which was so erotic. Her breasts were firm, upturned, stuck out and stretched her zipped up sweater out. I guessed that she was on her way to gym on those mornings I saw her at the coffee shop, which really got me even more excited. The idea of watching her work out, or me even working out with her, had my imagination running wild with excitement. I generally went to the gym after work so I was feeling really motivated to find out her morning workout schedule!
I discovered her name was "Morgan" from the coffee shop’s barista's writing on her cup one day. Morgan had an “edge” about her, a focus, which was more apparent in her eyes, but she also had an overall attitude and a confidence about her, which I found very sexy. She could be assertive without being bitchy. With all that said, she still presented herself in very sexy/feminine sort of way and I liked that. There was absolutely no discounting her femininity. She had that look that made me want to wrestle her on the spot, that combination of strength, beauty and sex appeal. I mean I wanted to get down and dirty with her on the mats or in a ring! I was obsessed with her and I imagined wrestling and boxing with her a lot. It was fantasy more than anything but I honestly wanted to “try” her. I wanted to test her and see how I’d do. This “Morgan” woman looked like she wasn't one to take shit from anyone and could care less what anyone thought about her.
So why would I EVER like someone like that?
I was just hoping that she liked women, especially a woman like me!
Besides...she was HAWT! Enough said!
WOW could I EVER make any LESS sense?
That was how I met Morgan, when my libido was in the fucking RED!
I’ll never forget that night. Every, “Oh My God, what the hell was I thinking and doing?” moment of that evening is still looping in my mind and it’s even now making me wetter by the second! I was so nervous I wanted to throw up. Even though I was about to do something so totally out of character, at that moment,
I just didn’t care.
But you know that feeling when you see another really sexy woman and you can’t stop thinking about her and it turns into this fantasy where you imagine the two of you showering after working out at the gym. Then one thing leads to another and the next thing you know you’re sitting in the bathroom at work masturbating about a fantasy that on the one hand you pray never, ever comes true and on the other you wish like crazy that it would?
Yeah. I have a really SERIOUS out of control fucking problem.
As I grew up, “they” told me that girls aren’t supposed to like other girls like that.
HA! I sure went past “GO” on that one pretty fast!
But I’ve been this way my entire life. Us girls just feel…Different. I’m not ashamed of it. Heck I relish feeling like this.
We girls ARE JUST “different”!! We can be extra, extra soft or we can be extra, extra nasty (Me). And depending on the complex and as yet the "unexplained by science" hormonal mix at any given instant in the space time continuum, when two girls get together who are attracted to one another, the Richter scale takes on a whole new definition and can just get tossed out the window. And speaking of workout, “they” said a girl isn’t supposed to like to fight either.
Oh Really? Really Now? SERIOUSLY? PUHLEEZE!
Next time you’re at a gym or if you’re a guy, ask your girlfriend or wife that goes to an all-female gym, what she sees there nowadays. Ask her how many women are training harder, bulking up a little, even boxing. I bet she’d love to tell you.
Might even make some serious brownie points for yourself.
That’s my free relationship advice for the day.
You can pay me later…
When Morgan started her new job with my venture capital company, I was immediately mesmerized by her, and I watched and listened to her and she was so sweet and friendly to everyone, and she was so funny, and so insanely sexy and… And… Oh God, her piercing blue eyes…and yeah…I’ll say it again…I want to fuck her into a coma!
I knew I was in trouble. It was REAL trouble, the kind of trouble that goes well beyond starting with a capital “T”.
Its starts with a capital "F"...as in....Harper....you're SO FUCKED!
At first I tried to avoid her. I really did! I mean it! Come on! You quit laughing now!!
Don’t you dare laugh at me!
I didn’t want her to think I was stalking her or anything. Then, I started making up excuses to walk by her office, just to take a quick “innocent” peek to give me my “fix”. One day, I was walking by and she was bending over to pick up some folders and her skirt rode up and I saw her ass. She had on a thong, and a garter belt, and stockings… And the straps curved over her firm, beautiful ass and…GAWD I lost it!
I had to run away! I got so wet I couldn’t control myself! I ran off to the bathroom, made sure it was empty, shut the stall door behind me and I masturbated, fantasizing about you the whole time. And I did it and had thoughts I don’t think I can ever tell her about.
I’m sure I should be so ashamed! NOT! I know I probably shouldn’t be doing this! I love my girlfriend Samantha, I really do but… But I just want… With her, I just want…
God damn it! I just want to FUCK HER! Just a furious, soaking wet sweaty, pin me to the wall bitch, blackout fuck, fuck her into a coma type fuck with a woman who’s so beautiful she takes away my breath away every time I see her!
Now I ask you…. is that TOO MUCH TO ASK?
I felt I was doing such a pretty horrible job of hiding my attraction. I just knew she could tell I was nervous around her. Every time we’d bump into each other I’d get tongue-tied and couldn’t look her in the eyes. The cool thing though was she smiled every time I acted like a dork! At least I think that was cool? So I just kept avoiding her because I didn’t want to seem creepy.
I don’t know why I kept doing it. It was so insane, and so risky, Things got even worse when I saw her at the gym working out. I never had the nerve to approach her...even though I wanted to so bad! But I fantasized about asking her to come over and use my heavy bag. I mean… She just looked like she was a gym whore like me and she looked like she could be into boxing, so, it just felt safe, you know? Like… Like we could just get to know each other while beating the shit out of the heavy bag.
Then maybe at some point we’d beat the shit out of EACH OTHER!
I’ll be honest, I dream of getting in the ring with her and fighting, both of us topless, sweaty, gasping and grunting as we fought. I think the excitement for me is quite simply I enjoy the punching aspect of boxing and to be able to trade punches with her would quite simply drive me out of my freaking mind! I wanted to match my skills and my body against hers. I couldn’t think of anything sexier or more erotic…more primal. When I’d think about popping her head back with a left jab or sending her body flying back with a uppercut to the jaw (or being on the receiving end of those from her) it excited me beyond words. Although I was at one time very self-conscious of my "'desires" along these lines, I have since learned that what I experienced and am still experiencing is part of my life and my personal nature and make-up.
"AND I LOVE IT!"
So what did I do when I got these urges? Same thing I have always do and will continue to do. I went to the gym, hit the locker room and changed into my sports bra and tight, tiny (for you Morgan) compression shorts. I might already have had my feet and ankles taped up. “He” knew I was going to come down and take out some of my frustrations on “Mr. Heavy”. “He” was my boxing trainer, Joe and he knows me about as well as anyone. He’s been sort of a father figure to me since I moved to New York from California. Joe would come over and spot the “Mr. Heavy” (if you hadn't already guessed, “Mr. Heavy” was the heavy punching bag) bag for me and I’d just try and tear it apart with my gloved fists. He’d work me until I dropped because he just had this innate sense; he simply knew I needed to work “this” out of me.
When I couldn’t to make it to the gym, my solution to “my problem” was using my every popular, always comfortable 8 oz. EVERLAST boxing glove (I have burgundy and black). Usually what I would do is wait until I was alone, then I would get up in the bay window of our apartment that looks out at Central Park in New York. Usually I’m wearing my cutoff tee shirt and panties and climb up on the landing. The glass of the window is such no one can see in but I can see out. That gives me the security of knowing I’m alone but the daring to be “exposed” to a lot of the Upper West Side. I then take the glove and slide it over my right hand and pull the Velcro strap tight.
I’d lean against the side of the bay window with my back up against it and spread my legs open, slid my gloved hand down between my legs. Maybe the memory of a dream about her from the night before continue to snake its way into my thoughts, and my nipples would harden and tingle in response. The fantasy of her fingers stroking my swollen clit would cause me to slip my gloved hand beneath the waistband of my yoga pants, on past the waistband of my cotton panties, until I found the wet, warm, soft mushy folds of my labial lips. My body would lurch so badly at that first touch and I’d usually scream out.
I’d feel a nervous sort of flutter in my tummy, and my brain would seem to get stuck in overload, but my body screamed for a release. I’d pull my panties down my thighs a little more and begin to let the thumb of the glove slide along the wet loose flaps of skin of my by now, throbbing labia. The larger leather thumb beginning to glide effortlessly along the moist slick skin and its at that point that I begin to press in a bit more firmly with the thumb and start to twist it. This would let the soft leather work between the mushy folds and slowly begin to spread them apart, letting the thumb enter me. My small pink nipples would be tingling so intensely, the plump pink skin now absolutely rigid on my perfectly formed up-turned orbs. I would lean back and brace my back against the side of the bay window and thrust my pussy against the glove thumb, twisting it and pulling it in and out, the leather just coarse enough to drive my clit beyond white hot as my wet sticky juices began trickling down the leather thumb and onto the palm of the boxing glove. I would be biting down on my lower lip so hard at times I would almost cut it.
My left hand would be positioned over my right breast, the fingers curling in and pressing into my firm, soft fleshy breast. My pink nipples become so hard and erect that they tease the soft skin of my palm, while at the same time just enhancing the arousal flowing from my breasts. My breasts are incredibly sensitive and I can make myself climax if I take my time and rub them the right way. Combining the two techniques, rubbing my breasts and using the glove on my pussy, was the perfect combination to give me an orgasm that would shake me to my core. I would often achieve five or six orgasms pretty quickly and by that time I would be so aroused I just couldn’t stop. I'd keep going until I was almost hyperventilating.
I DID NOT WANT TO STOP!
My thought process during this was always super important. I would usually be visualizing Morgan working out, her attacking that heavy bag with that awesome body of hers. I’d Imagine her doing it topless, her torso just glistening under the gym lights as she grunted with every blow she struck against the leather covered bag, droplets of sweat spraying from her tanned skin, her long pony tail swinging from side to side. I’d imagine her sinewy muscles flexing through the perspiration as she poised herself to throw a punch. I would then imagine myself holding the bag for her, spotting her so I would be able to peer around the bag and look directly at her bare sweaty chest, her creamy, perfectly rounded upturned breasts just barely jiggling as she punched the bag with both her taped fists, throwing perfect combinations or ripping off uppercuts, short hard hooks and perfectly precise left jabs as she moved so lightly and skillfully on her toes from side to side. Thinking about her in this way was pretty much like fucking her to me and I invariably would need some sort of release after such a mental “session”.
Are you getting the picture?
I mean are you REALLY GETTING IT?
At the end of my “lovemaking” to myself I would always feel this immensely satisfying sense of release, a feeling beyond any normal sense of satisfaction that would just sweep over my tall frame.
I wondered if she had similar sensations and desires towards me but neither of us seemed willing to make the first move, take that first step. I found myself so often daydreaming of getting in the ring and fighting her, anything to release these frustrations from deep within me. I even began daydreaming of wrestling erotically with her. I would visualize she and I wearing only our silk panties and facing one another on our knees on top of the bed. We would scoot forward until our knees touched, then we’d raise our arms and “lock-up”, our arms extended above our heads as we clasped our hands tightly as we would start to test each other’s strength, our arms quivering, shaking as we’d push, twist and tug! The sinewy muscular development in our backs and shoulders would appear so well defined as our upper body physiques would tighten and flex. I’d see (and in my case, feel) the perspiration beginning to bead up on our tanned skin, those beads ultimately collecting and beginning to flow and streak down our bare chests and backs. Feeling the warm gasps of her breath flow across my facial features, biting my lower lip as we fight and test each other’s strength to the maximum! Our bodies sliding closer as our knees slid in between mine and our breasts, our hard erect nipples growing tantalizingly closer, so close you could almost feel some sort of spark-like sensation jump the remaining millimeters of distance between the wet plump skin of our sensitive nipples. Our breasts ultimately pressing firmly together, melding as every curve, every nuance of our torsos began to fill. Our silk panties growing wetter by the second as our sensual flows would simply not be controlled by any simple and feeble attempt of using will power.
One of us was ultimately going to be tipped back on her back; one of us was going to be pinned. Sometimes my thoughts would run wild and I would imagine we’d break our interlocking hands, lean our foreheads on each other’s bare wet shoulders and begin trading light punches to our abs. Hearing our bare knuckles smack against the bare wet skin covered muscle, our punches growing with intensity, as did the volume of our groans. Each of us looking down between us and watching a bare fist hit a patch of wet, slick glistening skin, the sweat flying in all directions, as our breasts would jiggle lightly from the force of the blows. The grunts and groans would fill the room! We’d just keep trading punches until one of us couldn’t take anymore and gave up! God I would just be losing my fucking mind!! I wanted her so bad!!
This was simply how I felt, how my daydreams would often go. Tell me this isn’t good stuff!
My work as the new CFO of the firm was going extremely well and between that and my workouts I felt I had reached a spot in my life where the results of my hard work and sacrifices were paying off. My social life was also improving, as Samantha and I seemed to grow more desirous of each other by the day. We fulfilled many of our mutual physical needs by wrestling and boxing each other and at times watching each other spar or fight another girl.
But for me, there was still my “Morgan” problem.
It was Friday, the weekend was upon us and that day had been more stressful than most, so I decided to go the gym and work out my frustrations. Samantha had gone out of town to see her folks so I was by myself. The cool night air felt so great on my skin as I got out of my Range Rover and walked into the gym. I entered and saw that it was almost empty, except that some someone was using the exercise bike and a few others were on the treadmills. I didn’t pay them any attention as I was getting into my pre-workout “focus” (I told you I was anal!). I went into the locker room room and removed the clothes off my 5'9-1/2” body, unfastening my bra and sliding it off my “B” cup breasts, then removing my panties before changing into my black spandex compression shorts and my black sports bra. I stopped and looked in the mirror before I went out into the workout area. I looked pretty damn good if I do say so! As Samantha described me recently on her Facebook page,
"She has that classic fit California beach girl look about her, without the blonde hair and blue eyes. Her dark chocolate brown hair and large dark eyes went heart and soul with her eye-catching girl-next-door good looks, attractive enough for any magazine cover and maybe even a foldout! Naturally slim but not top heavy, her shapely hips and cute perky butt would make any guy or girl look twice. Her long legs look like they will almost never end. She’s so attractive it can almost be irritating at times but she is so unpretentious you don’t really care”
Have I said yet how much I love that woman?
I finished dressing and went out to the main area where the exercise machines were kept, and I started my workout by getting up on a treadmill. I saw this hot gorgeous woman out of the corner of my eye, and eventually we both tuned our heads and our eyes locked on each other’s.
I knew immediately it was Morgan from my office/work! OMG!!
I walked over and we greeted each other with a friendly smile and a light handshake. My heart leapt up in my throat and I thought for a moment I was going to pass out!
OH THANK YOU GOD!
She had been riding the stationary bike to warm up before I walked out there and her breathing was heavy, but regular as sweat was already running down her cheeks, chest and back.
We both got on the treadmills next to each other and proceeded to get in our runs, coincidently five miles for both of us. We talked a lot while we ran, how she liked New York, the firm. She was so much more animated than I would have guessed and I got the sense she was glad to be talking to someone in a new town, new job. We both hit the machines for some circuit weight training and after a few hours of exercising, I made my way to the showers. She wanted to do some stretching so she stayed behind.
With a very tired and exhausted smile, I peeled off my sweat soaked sports bra and shorts, and staggered into the shower area. The shower was blessedly empty and Thank God! I hated showering when there were a lot of other women! Weird huh with my libido?
Not unless you're ME and you're some kind of SERIOUSLY horny and you have a white-hot burning desire to FUCK yourself!
See now why I’m glad the shower area was empty?....(I’m grinning evily right now)
I slipped in and got under the showerhead, reached up and turned the water on. The sudden gush of cool water poured down over my head and shoulders and I gasped out loud at first. Soon though my body became adjusted to it and I just closed my eyes and just let it flow.
I stood naked under the funnel-shaped spray of the now lukewarm water, with my right hand above my head holding onto the shower head hose, and my left hand buried deep into my long, dark brown hair as I ran my long slender fingers back through the wet matted strands. I then let it slide then down over the back of my neck, my hand running down my bare slick right shoulder and arm before moving over and beginning to gently rub my breasts. My nipples were instantly hard from the initial cooling temperature of the water and I sighed as my fingers grazed over the pinkish plump tingling skin, each touch, each stroke, sending a jolt throughout my body.
Suddenly my mind conjured up an image of Morgan working out as I closed my eyes tightly. She looked so awesome, especially all sweaty. I could imagine the perspiration streaking her chest and breasts and dripping off her nipples. I let my fingers roam down my body and between my thighs. I felt an instant heat run through my body as my fingers began playing with the soft, wet mushy folds of skin of my labia. Turning up the hot water up a little more, I closed my eyes and thrust my head under the flowing, massaging stream of warm liquid as the billowing steam began to fill the area around me.
One of the best feelings in the world is warm water running over the aching, sore, tired muscles in your neck, shoulders and back after a hard workout as you begin to feel the almost massaging effect of the flowing water. Once under the soothing streams of hot water, the tired muscles start to relax a bit. The sensation of the warm water as it streams down the back of your head, through your hair, over your neck, back and shoulders and over your breasts, is simply heaven.
You look down and see the water steaming over your firm upturned breasts, watching it literally fly off your hard erect nipples much like it would come out of a drainage spout at the end of drain on a house or building. There were few better feelings and one that made working out for me well worth it.
Touching myself the way I was at that moment sure helping a lot too!
I suddenly was startled by the sound of a metal locker door closing and it woke me from my erotic daydreaming. I pushed the wet, matted hair back out of my eyes and turned my head, looking over back over my left shoulder and opened my eyes to see Morgan walking in! We had such a great conversation while we were jogging on the treadmills that my ”‘attraction” to her only felt stronger. A huge smile came over my lips as I saw her walk in and our eyes met for a brief moment and the corners of her mouth turned up in an oh so sexy smile. She had such a delightful personality and it only added to her physical beauty. I watched her through the opening to the shower area as she began removing first her white sports bra, which had become so saturated with perspiration that the outline of the darker skin of her areolas and her small pinkish nipples was so clearly defined through the now almost shear material. I felt myself becoming immediately aroused at the sight of her sensual breasts. This was no surprise as Morgan had what someone else defined as “gravity defying breasts”.
You heard me....GRAVITY DEFYING!
I leaned against the cool shower wall, not quite sure of what I really saw. I wondered,
Was I dreaming all this?
I could feel my breath being taken away in an instant as I turned back and looked again. My prayers were answered, as it wasn't a dream! There she was, our eyes meeting and that sexy smile coming over her face, her blue eyes twinkling as she removed her clothing. She was just a fucking drop-dead gorgeous woman. She bent over at the waist as she grabbed the tight waistband of her white tight workout shorts and shimmied her hips as she pulled them down over her toned sexy thighs, her perfect breasts hanging from her bare chest.
She walked into the shower and positioned her tall frame under the shower jet next to mine, reaching up and turning on the water and immediately ducking her head under the spray, occasionally lifting her head and tilting it back to let the water splash across her face as she smiled in satisfaction. Bending down, I picked up my shampoo bottle and squirted a small amount on to my hands and rubbed them together to lather it up. I winced with pain as I reached up and began scrubbing behind my head; I had twisted my neck funny during one of the weight training exercises and I was starting to feel it.
"You look like you’re in a lot of pain there" Morgan asked.
"Oh I’ll be fine, I just tweaked something in my neck, that's all." I replied.
"Here, let Dr. Morgan diagnose that!" Morgan suggested. “I tweak my neck a lot if I strain too hard while I’m working out” “It seems to be this one spot along my spine, some muscle that is really sensitive”
“Come on…Let me look…I won’t bite…I promise”
I grinned and whispered,
“Don’t make any promises you plan to keep”
“Magic to my ears”, I said to myself!
Morgan was the acknowledged “workout queen” of the office, besides myself of course, and she was always being consulted as our resident "doctor" for modest aches and pains, anything short of open-heart surgery. Although I had my suspicions that sometimes she was consulted not so much simply because of her “knowledge and expertise” but because quite simply, she was a “babe”.
"Sure, but I don't think it's life-threatening." "I don't feel any paralysis just yet" I answered.
She answered, "I'll be the judge of that" "Remember, I'm the doctor"
As Morgan slid over behind me, I could feel the warmth of her skin as she moved closer and I fought to hold back a shiver as her hands gently touched my neck. I then felt her hard nipples graze across the soft wet slick skin of my back and my arousal just went off the charts! She gently took her right hand and moved my hair to the side, then began to lightly press on the back of my neck with her fingers and thumbs, all the while watching for my reaction to any pain, asking me “How that felt?” as her hands moved along my skin. After searching around and having me point out areas that were really sore, she began to massage the back of my neck and shoulders. My mouth was so dry as she began to gently knead the tired muscles beneath my wet slick tanned, her fingers working nimbly. I was anxious at first not to give any indication of my interest away at first.
Oh Hell…who was I kidding?…My clit was redlining!
As Morgan’s firm but gentle fingers worked on my tight tensed muscles, I soon began to feel so completely at ease and totally relaxed with her in every way. I felt more and more aroused each time Morgan squirmed and twisted her wet crotch against my firm tensed ass. I gasped loudly with such pleasure…such gratification as her strong yet caring hands pampered the tired aching muscles in my shoulders and neck. I moaned softly as her hands kneaded and pressed on my shoulder blades, her thumbs sliding down against my sore aching muscles. She moved closer and pressed her chest to my back. I could feel her perfect sensual breasts, her hard pointy nipples thrusting against my wet slick skin.
The hot water continued to cascade down over us like a warm sensual waterfall as I leaned back into her sensual pampering hands. I then extended my arms and leaned forward a bit against my palms as they pressed against the cool, wet tile wall. I arched my back sharply as her soft fingertips kneaded the sore aching muscles. Slowly, Morgan’s hands moved down my back, massaging all the way, her long slender fingers digging into the skin-covered muscle. Her thumbs dipped down to lightly brush against my tailbone. I could feel the excitement building inside me and struggled to control my breathing so as not to give away my true feelings but whom was I kidding? As her thumbs pressed on either side of my spine, her fingertips feathered lightly on the sides of my waist and stomach, teasing, almost tickling me.
Slowly her hands began to move back up until she was gain level with the bottom of my breasts. Slowly and deliberately, she moved closer behind me, her arms curling around me and her hands moving up under my heaving breasts, cupping them softly underneath, her fingers spreading and curling in, pressing into the supple flesh.
At the same time I felt her rocking her shoulders from side to side against my upper back, letting her hard aroused nipples swish back and forth over my skin like the delicate strokes of an artist, feeling the plump pinkish flesh glide through the thin wet film of water coating my tanned skin. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it and I know she heard it as I heard a soft giggle. Taking her cue from that “weakness”, Morgan began to kiss the back of my neck while softly kneading the soft rounded underside of my beasts. She then began sliding her hands down my belly and over the contours of my muscled abs. She tickled and teased her way to just above my pussy and then moved her hands around to my ass and cupped my bottom with the palms of both hands, curling her fingers and pressing her fingertips into the firm flesh. Then the real fun started as she gently grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around to face her, her body pressing to mine as my wet back pressed against the cool slick tile wall. She then leaned in and our lips began to touch.
The idea of passionately kissing another woman (I said PASSIONATELY, not one of these “foo foo” pecking/light brushing type things) has always been one of the most sensual and seductive acts I could be a part of. There is no comparison to that of kissing a man and a kiss is simply the ultimate form of communicating between two women who’s libido’s are over-flowing with more sensations than their brains and bodies can process. The perfect example of what I mean is Samantha, who is a world-class kisser. She knows just how to make a kiss MORE than just a kiss. She has this special technique of moving her lips away gradually after the first kiss or two on the lips and softly let her lips drag over the soft skin of my neck, chin or shoulder. She had a way of lightly breathing across my skin, which stood every pulsating erotic nerve I had on end, making me feel so much more sexy and sensual than I ever could otherwise.
I always recommend spending a while warming each other up to a good kiss and taking it slow. Morgan placed her hands on my wet shoulders and gently twisted my torso around slowly to face her. We gazed into each other’s eyes for what seemed like forever before she finally leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. Kissing to me had become a lost art form and I was of the opinion that only a select few women were good at it. Samantha was obviously one, the “Gold Standard” of kissing in my eyes (and lips). Kissing her was like being at a Fourth of July fireworks display as my entire body would just tingle and shiver when we kissed deeply. With her, kissing has always been so soft and erotic. Time seemed to almost stop and her kisses seemed so much more sensuous and sensually slower than anyone I had ever known.
Morgan and I wrapped our arms around each other’s slick bare torsos and began hugging each other more tightly in our sensuous embrace. Our tongues wrestled with each other as she pulled me against her, our hard nipples poking into the supple wet flesh of our heaving breasts. We both alternated sucking gently at first on each other’s tongues, squeezing them between our lips as we took turns drawing then in our mouths. Our wanting lips squeezed them, almost fucking them, begging them to cum on our tongues.
My hands moved up to cup her breasts and then gently rubbing and flicking my thumbs over her nipples, eliciting a soft moan of delight from her lips and causing the firm pinkish plump flesh to become even more rigid. Prodded on by the sound (as I've always been!), I moved my mouth to her budding nipple and began to swirl my tongue around it. Taking the tip in my mouth I began to suck, first softly and then harder as her moans escalated.
We slowly sank to the shower floor as I continued my exploration of her body, making my slow way down her belly. I wrapped my arms around her torso and lowered us both down to the floor from our knees, cradling her lower back as she went down under me.
I began to stretch my tall frame over hers. After I had lavished her sexy abs with my active tongue and swirled it inside her navel, I diverted my attentions to her firm muscled calves and sinewy thighs. My probing tongue snaked its way closer and closer to the wet, soft, mushy folds of her throbbing labial lips, her breathing became more rapid and shallow with each passing moment. Her soft moans began to turn to whimpers as I let my tongue glide up and down, ever so gently along her warm sweet lips. I let my tongue literally spread the folds apart as I slide it up and down, the tip slowly slipping between the folds so effortlessly. I gently touched my tongue to her white-hot, throbbing clit, flicking it back and forth lightly at first, tasting her juices on my tongue. Lifting her legs up to allow myself even more access to her “promised land”, I covered her pussy with my mouth, licking out the juices there and tonguing her now hard, throbbing, tingling nub. Her body shook as I twirled my tongue inside of her, alternating between more forceful, deep plunging type lashes with my tongue to soft, sensuous tastes, slowly curling my tongue inside her, lapping and pulling her warm sticky juices into my mouth.
I slowly inserted one finger inside her warm wet pussy next to my tongue, feeling her muscles contract instantly and surround and literally swallow my finger. I inserted another and began to move them in and out in a slow deliberate motion. Almost instinctively, she began to rock against my fingers, her body shuddering against my hand as I pushed my fingers deeper, twisting and twirling them.
Her body began to shake and her soft moans grew to groans and whimpers, all coming together in a kaleidoscope of sound and emotions as her climax built to a crescendo. She arched against me and I reached around with my right arm and grabbed her ass cheeks, sinking my fingers into the firm skin and pulling her pussy to my lips and tongue as she began to cum.
Her muscles contracted and began to literally trickle her juices on to my face. Her frantic spasms filled me with the deepest, the most satisfied joy. I eagerly licked my lips off and held her until she gave way with a sigh.
I gradually let her body drop to the floor, cradling her lower back with my right arm. I tilted my face back and let the free running water flow and splash over my reddened flushed face. I closed my eyes and continued to roll the taste of her clit, savor the flavor of her juices in my mouth, not wanting to forget the first instant my tongue felt her white-hot nub.
Moving my head out of the water I looked her in the eyes... and smiled.
She returned the smile and we slowly got to our feet to rinse off. After we rinsed off we both grabbed a towel hanging from the wall and began to dry each off. Morgan’s body was glistening from the reflection of the overhead lights off the thin wet sheen that coated her skin. Her face was a light red as her deep breaths made her breasts rise and fall, large droplets of water streaking her chest and breasts, collecting on her erect nipples before falling to the tile floor. I just stared in awe at the beads of moisture resting on the top of those mounds. I was getting aroused all over again as I felt the pulsating sensations around my aching clit. My mouth watered and my pussy began oozing. She grabbed a small white towel and started wiping her face and chest, her perfectly shaped wet tits.
She began patting down the rivers of perspiration and water pouring down her sensual neck and bare chest. She moved the towel to her face and carefully mopped the moisture from her forehead and brow. She then wiped the towel down between her tits to absorb all the moisture and sweat that had gathered. I found myself being almost jealous of that fucking towel as she wiped her abs and then down her thighs and long sexy legs. Morgan saw the look on my face and threw the towel at me, hitting me in the face as she cackled out loud. I let out a delighted laugh as the sensual scent of Morgan’s sweat migrated up through my nostrils. I took a deep breath from the towel and held it in for the longest time before slowly removing it from my face. I hung onto it, brought it up to my mouth and bit into it, sucking some of the moisture from the fluffy material, tasting it flowing over my lips and tongue.
Morgan wrapped another larger, dry towel around her waist, her fists resting on her hips in an almost dominant pose as she smiled at me, with a smile that was both sexy and evil at the same time, almost inviting. Her chest was rising and falling, those perfectly shaped breasts that looked like they had been chiseled from marble jutting from her expanding chest as she inhaled. Her small erect pink nipples were sticking out from her perfectly shaped orbs, belying the fact that she was just as aroused again as I was, if not more so. She was staring me down hard and I wondered if she wanted to fuck me or fight me!
I frankly didn’t give a shit, as I was so fucking ready to do either one or both. Watching her stand there topless, her chest heaving, her hard muscled abs sucking in and out, the pure physicality of her made me want to fight her! I just couldn’t control my desire, my emotions!
MY FUCKING UNBRIDLED LUST!!
I could somehow tell by looking in her eyes that she no doubt was thinking the same thing. I would have fought her right there with nothing but a towel wrapped around each other’s waist. Nothing standing between us but our bare knuckles as I imagined she and I squaring off, raising our arms up between us, fists clenched. The primal nature of such a fight made my heart just race, my mouth was so dry as my long wet tongue slid between my full lips and slowly drug along first my upper, and then my lower lip. I felt the fingers of both my hands curl into my palms so tightly that my short nails began to cut into my skin. I really wanted to fight fight her; box her in that most basic and primal of ways and feel my knuckles bury themselves in those perfect abs of hers.
My jumbled thoughts were racing through my head a mile a second, then suddenly something else came over me, maybe it was my growing arousal, my intense desires…
I WANTED HER!!
I WANTED HER SO BAD! I WANTED TO CUM, MAKE HER CUM SO BAD!
Our eyes met and we both began to smile a little. That was all the entire signal I needed…ALL that she needed.
Morgan raised her right hand up, extending her right forefinger as if motioning for me to give her a minute and she went back in the locker room. She came walking back out, still wearing the large white towel wrapped around her waist, her bare torso glistening under the lights. She was carrying a pair of 8 ounce black Everlast boxing gloves in each hand. She smiled as she tossed me a pair.
We didn’t speak as our eyes met and I matched her smile with my own.
The real fun was about to begin!
TO BE CONTINUED
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