Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2011 19:56:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Lacie Babenco <lacie_babenco@yahoo.com>
Subject: Naimi's Adventure part 4

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Naimi's Adventure

Chapter 4

Emerging from the spa, Naimi had the oddest feelings and thoughts in her
head.  She was still in her robe and some club-provided house slippers,
making her way to the womens locker room down a hallway that was private,
for women only.

"What the hell just happened to me" she muttered to herself as she slowly
walked.  Is that what a real massage is supposed to be like?  Is that how
I'm supposed to feel?  Was it more?  Why did I feel that way...I'm not a
lesbian!  All this twirled in her head over and over until she nearly
walked into the door to the womens locker room.

It was simply too much to be an `honest' rubdown Naimi convinced herself.
The part that shocked her is how exciting this was.  She had never been in
a physical situation with another woman before.  Her husband was her love,
her partner, her mate.  They were young and loved the intimacy of making
love.  The animal sense of feeling a good fuck.  But this was totally
different, this was something she had never considered before.

Feeling flush she moved to the toilet and closed the door and slid the
latch for privacy.  Putting her hands on the walls on either side, she
steadied herself and tried to collect her feelings.  "Dammit Naimi" she
whispered as she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on calming down.
The feelings inside her had another plan however.

The robe had opened and as she leaned over, she opened her eyes to look
down on her own body.  Peering down into the crevice between her breasts,
she could see her nipples firm and erect.  Further down she could see the
skin of her stomach and the intimate fur at her abdomen.

The next things she did felt totally out-of-body.  Her hand moved to cup
her right breast with a loving and tender determination.  The sound of the
world melted away as she felt her own body, her body which had just been
thoroughly worked over by Marian.  Lips parting, she let out a long breath
that became somewhat of a weak groan only she could hear.

With a mind of its own, her hand gently slid over her body and explored as
if it had never been a part of her.  Moving from breast to breast,
exploring her hard nipples and then up to her neck, sliding hard and
holding the back of her neck before diving slowly down between her tits on
the way to her belly and around her waist to the sensitive sides of her
hips and thighs.  She was now breathing deeply and feeling as if she was a
puppet being directed by an outside force.  Yet each touch and each feeling
was exactly what she desired.

Her body was roaring hot and inside she was wetter than ever.  The proof
when she slid her index and middle finger into the folds of her clitoris
that were now swollen and instantly soaked with her own intimate fluids
when she touched them.  The slippery feeling escaped onto her fingers and
Naimi bit her bottom lip and let out a mixed moan and whimper as the
pleasure rewarded her fingers for touching the swollen sex between her
legs.

At this point, nothing else mattered, the whole club, the life she had and
everything else just fell off the face of the planet as she was now slowly
stroking herself with two fingers pressing and pushing and rubbing and
stroking back and forth.  Her mind wanted it to be the fingers of someone
else, and it wasn't Rob.  It was a woman touching her in her fantasy.  It
was a woman with an expert touch.  It was Marian!

Pulling her right foot up to the rim of the toilet, she now stood with her
body lewdly exposed.  One hand steadying against the wall of the stall as
the other worked it's magic.

Curling her finger inside, it probed and felt the ribbed sensations of her
inner walls and she tried to squeeze on her own fingers.  The probing was
so sweet, and Naimi kept biting her lip harder as the pleasure grew and
grew.  Her fingers were now moving swiftly, stroking then probing, twisting
and pushing as both plunged inside her, now totally covered with her
slippery juices, she could smell her own sex and didn't care.

Naimi was giving herself a first-rate stroke in the stall of the club and
she didn't give a fuck.  The urgent need for the pleasure took her over and
she now started to grind her hips to maximize the sensations she was
experiencing.

It was so hot, so new, so taboo, she couldn't hold back.

The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave of pleasure.  Intense and devastating.
She felt her whole body tense up and she squeaked and spasemed in pleasure,
letting her whole body shake and jump.  The whimpers of pleasure escaped,
no composure or desire to be discreet was left as she came harder and more
completely than she could ever remember.  Her hand was drenched with the
orgasmic pleasure and she felt as if she had just run on the elliptical
runner all over again.

The moments melted back into reality as she rested her head on the wall of
the stall.  Slowly, she stood, legs shaking from intense pleasure.
Breathing deeply and satisfied.  Naimi stood for a moment and re-tied her
robe.  Flushing the toilet, she tried to act as if she had been doing
something more `typical' of the visit to a stall.  She unlatched the door
and exited, with a curious look around to see how badly she had given
herself away.  Washing her hands in the sink, she used the mirrors to look
around as she soaped her hands to remove the scent of her own musk.

Nobody was around.  Not a soul.  It was quiet and serene.  She gazed around
and breathed a sigh of relief.  Either I scarred them off or nobody is
around Naimi thought to herself.  Walking to her locker, she opened it and
found her cotton pants and top she could wear to exit the club.  Just as
she started to dress, Jamie entered the locker room.  As their eyes met,
Jamie flashed a big smile and a knowing wink.

Naimi waved silently as Jamie went to her own locker.

Now she was freaking out.  Did Jamie know something about what happened
with the massage?  Did Jamie hear Naimi in the stall?  Oh shit.  "She must
know what happened" Naimi muttered.  I'm totally busted.  I'll get kicked
out for being this way.

Naimi was so caught up that she didn't hear Jamie walk up.  It caused her
to jump , much as she had before when Jamie said `Hey you'.

"EEEP!" Naimi said and she turned red, deeply red.

"You have got to relax sweetheart" Jamie said with a grin.  "I'm not even
trying to surprise you and you keep doing that!"

Naimi nodded: "S-sorry, I was thinking about some things.  Did, erm, did
you get a rubdown in the spa after the sauna?"

"No, no." Jamie replied.  "I've been doing that workout for ages and with a
little sauna and some whirpool time, I'm good to go."

"I was pretty wiped out from that, you sure are in good shape" Naimi said
with a soft smile.

"Hey, that's what we're here for, right?  I mean, we have to try to look
good for our men so they'll keep looking at us rather than some bimbo!"
Jamie said with her now trademark grin.

It was easy for Jamie, at least that's what Naimi thought.  She was natural
and glowing with positive energy.  Her smile was so pretty and her cheeks
had these sweet dimples.  Based on her body, she was a size 4 from what
Naimi could tell.  If she wore some stylish heels and tight dress, she'd be
one that guys would be dropping like flies over.  Naimi had sized her up
before, she was a little happier, more positive, in better shape and
probably able to get her way with any man.

"Let's have lunch, I bet we have a lot in common" Jamie volunteered.

Shaking her head no, Naimi tried to beg out, saying she was just in and
wanted to do some shopping in town.

"Nonsense, lets have a light brunch at least, the club dues have to be
spent anyway so treat yourself!  I insist!" Jamie declared, and Naimi was
sure that saying no was not going to work.

"Ok" Naimi said with a smile.  "Brunch it is".

With a quick change, they were off to the `nook' in the club to eat.  A
place where lighter meals were served by the pool.  A perfect spot to sit
and talk near the sun and pool.