Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2002 23:26:21 EST
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Love Matches ch2

    "I am SO glad you talked me into this, Jen."
    Jennifer Hathaway turned at the door and smiled at her mother. "Yeah, I
kinda thought you'd like it."
    "It's great!" Catherine put her book down on her lap. She turned to
Melissa, her 9-year-old, who sat on the edge of the bed in front of the
television, looking at her feet. "Turn it down just a touch, honey." Back
to Jen. "Really, I didn't know what to expect, but it's such an adorable
little place. And so pretty!"
    "Yeah, Tina said she was sure you'd like it once we got down here."
    "Well, she was Right! Smart woman."
    Jennifer picked up her tennis bag. "Well, I'm off to practice. See you
at

about three, right?"
    "I'll be there. Tina was going to show me the spa rooms."
    Jennifer suppressed a smile. "Oh, that'll be fun. Okay, see ya!"
    "Bye, honey."
    "Bye!" Melissa called after her older sister. The door slammed, and
Melissa went back to inspecting her toes.
    Mrs. Hathaway noticed her examinations. She also noticed how little
Melissa's sundress was hiked up around her waist, and her white panties lay
somewhat askew at her crotch. It was a purely normal image, something
Catherine had seen hundreds of times; but for some reason, the
juxtaposition of her daughter's crossed little legs, her loose panties, and
the way her bare little crackle peeked out, gave her mother an odd,
fluttery feeling in her own 'crackle'. Oh my, she thought, what is MY
problem. It was that glimpse of nakedness; not that it was her daughter's,
or even that it was the nakedness of a young girl. . .she wasn't that way,
she knew. . .just the sensuality of the air, and the moment. The phrase,
"somebody needs to get laid", came unbidden to her mind, and she smiled
ruefully to herself. Well, it HAD been, what, almost five years now, since
her husband left, and this Florida air had a light, almost giddy quality to
it.
    And when Jennifer had first suggested they all go down to a resort in
Florida, she'd balked at the idea. She had so many church responsibilities,
and it was so far, and . . .it took the incentive of Jennifer's tennis
improvement, along with a strong recommendation from Tina, to change her
mind.
    And she had to admit, she was awfully glad she had. The Butterfly Spa
was

beautiful! The air was like honey, the rooms were clean, pretty, and
tastefully decorated, and well, she just felt. . .sexy here. That was
it. There was something so.  . .sensual about the place, it gave Catherine
Hathaway butterflies herself.
    And now here she was gazing openly at her young daughter's lazy little
crotch.  Every so often, Melissa would shift with her efforts, and her rosy
little slit would peek out. Oh, my. Catherine swallowed. Alright, enough
already.
        "What're you doing, sweetie?"
    Melissa's tongue peeked out as she concentrated. "I got. . .some
boo-boo stuff on my feet."
    "Really?" Her mother patted the covers beside her. "Let's see."
    And Melissa shuffled her butt up the bed a bit and lay back to raise
her foot towards her mother. Which comPLETEly revealed her naked crackle,
which was a bit unnerving.
    "Umm," as she took Melissa's foot in hand and studied it a little too
intently, "yes, you've got a little blister here, honey." She lay the foot
down. "I'll
 go get a bandaid."
    And when she returned, Melissa was laying on her tum, watching a Barbie
commercial. Her dress was still at her waist, and somehow her panties had
ridden far up, so that now they seemed as a little girl's thong. Catherine
stopped in the doorway and marvelled at how smooth and pretty her little
girl's bottom was. Well, she thought, my Melissa's turning into quite the
little heartbreaker, isn't she?  That such an inspection could be in any
way sexual just did not occur to her. The heaviness she now felt in her own
sex as she gazed on Melissa's creamlike cheeks, their paleness next to her
tanned, slim thighs, and the cute way they dimpled sometimes when she
shifted. . .this was all a perfectly natural appreciation of beauty, of her
daughter's beauty, and by extension, of her own. She blushed a bit at the
thought; 'vanity, vanity. . .', and entered.
    "Okay, let's see that foot." And Melissa raised her leg, and her mother
fit the bandaid on the wound. She tickled the underside lightly.
    "Hey!" Melissa giggled, and yanked the limb away.
    "You're playing more tennis than usual, huh?"
    Melissa turned over, her legs akimbo. Catherine looked deliberately
into her big brown eyes, aware of the peripheral swath of pink and white
below.
    Melissa grinned. "Yeah, I AM! There's so many nice ladies that'll play
with me!" She pushed her hips up, up, arching herself, so that her head
went back and supported her body. She tried balancing this way. "I LOVE
this place!"
    And Catherine had a very fleeting image of touching her little girl's
now

prominent, half-bared mound. And she stood, somewhat shaken. "Me too,
honey.  I'm going to get dressed. You're going to the swimming party,
right?"
    "Yeah!!" Melissa flopped down. "Swimmin', yeah!!"

    "And this," as Tina opened a wooden door, "is the massage room."
    Catherine entered the fragrant room, and again was just overwhelmed by
its sense of beauty, and its latent sensuality. It was a small room,
relatively, and had a massage table in the middle of it. Soft, new-age
music wafted from the walls, and a light odor of patchouli, and sandalwood,
and something else she couldn't place, surrounded and comforted her. "It's
so. . .wonderfully relaxing."
    Tina watched her. "Well. . .Jen's told me what great massages you
give."
    Mrs. Hathaway shook her head. "Ohh, no, they're just. . .something I do
to relax her. Nothing special, really."
    "But I was wondering if I could ask you a big favor."
    Catherine turned to her daughter's athletic coach. "Of course, Tina,
whatever you like."
    "Well. . .I did the Climbing Wall yesterday. You know, the one the
girls call The Monster?"
    Mrs. Hathaway chuckled. "No, I didn't know that."
    "Yes, they do, and there's a reason, I found out. It is a Killer."
    "Oh my."
    Tina nodded. "And I kind of. . .OVERdid it. And I am the most sore I
think I've ever been."
    "Oh, I know what you mean, I haven't played so much tennis in years,
and I am SO sore."
    Tina looked hopefully at Mrs. Hathaway.
    Catherine's mouth opened. "Oh, you mean you want. . .?"
    Tina nodded again. "Please? I'm just TOO sore right now for the
professional masseuses here, I'd just die of pain, so I thought
maybe. . .?"
    "I could give you. . .a massage?"
    "Could you?"
    Catherine made a face. "Well, sure, I guess so. . ."
    "Oh thank you, honey, thank you so much." She began taking off her
sweatshirt.  "I know it was kind of sneaky to leave the Massage Room 'til
the last part of the tour!"
    Catherine smiled, then blushed, as Tina's breasts popped into view. She
concentrated on viewing the ornate molding, as Tina's pants rustled beside
her. She heard the table creak slightly.
    "Okay, ready." Catherine turned, and was surprised to see a completely
naked Tina lying flat on her stomach. Her face rested in the circular
cushion at the head.
    "There's all kinds of lotions and oils over there," as her hand
motioned to the small table by the wall. "My favorite is a simple oil, at
the end. Got a little lemon in."
    And Catherine found the bottle, sniffed. Yes, a little lemony. . .nice.
It almost SMELLED warm. She squirted a bit in her palm, rubbed it
in. "Alright, you just.  . .tell me what you want, OK?"
    Tina murmured, a muffle through the headpiece, "Ohh, just. . .all over,
really. . .and especially my thighs, and my BUTT, my God," and Catherine's
heart jumped slightly as she watched Tina's bare bottom contract to make
her point.  "My butt is so sore. . .needs a lot of tender loving care. . ."
    "Alright. . .", and Mrs. Hathaway moved timidly to the table and lay a
soft hand on Tina's midback. She began a soft, rhymthic stroke up, round,
down and back.
    Tina murmured, "So'd you have a good time this morning?"
    Catherine continued her stroking. "Oh, yes. There were a few gals there
already who were nice enough to take me in on a doubles."
    "Oh, that's nice. You can go a little harder, if you want."
    "OK. Yes, it was. Good game." Catherine felt herself getting a bit warm
as she drove her oiled fingers along Tina's smoothly-muscled back. She
chuckled.  "You know, it was funny. . .these women were so. . .open, I
mean. . .they were so much fun, and aware of their bodies, and appreciative
of. . " she swallowed, "of how beautiful they were. They were talking --"
    "Don't forget my butt. Sorry. Talking. . .?"
    "Oh, just. . ." and Catherine slowly worked her way downwards to Tina's
rather magnificent behind. She hesitantly smoothed her palms along the
firm, upper flesh of Tina's cheeks. "Just talking about their own breasts,
and commenting on each other's .  . .parts. It was fun, amusing."
    And Catherine did feel a little light-headed, thinking back to the
scene, as she worked her hands still lower, smoothing outwards as she
kneaded Tina's sculpted bottom, the smooth, tanned bubble-buns. And
light-headed, too, as she remembered an image she didn't relate to Tina,
when her new tennis friends were naked at their lockers, talking with her
and each other, and one had bent over, fully, right in front of her, to
untie a knotted shoelace in the lower locker. The sight was branded into
Catherine's consciousness: this woman's pale, slightly fleshy but not
flabby bottom spread in its bent position, fully revealing her little
brown, wrinkled anus.

Catherine even noticed a small mole by the opening, in the tan halo,
looking like the inner planet's sister moon. And the soft, darkpink lip
emerging beneath it from out her lilylike petals. Such a heart-stopping
intimacy, it struck Catherine like an erotic thunderbolt. . .
    "--to you?"
    Catherine swallowed again, renewing her thick pressure on Tina's pliant
ass.  "Pardon?"
    "Did they talk to you?"
    "Oh yes, they were very friendly." She chuckled again. "You know, they
had me turn like a model. It was quite embarassing, really."
    "That is so good, Cathy, Jen was right. You can do it harder.What do
you mean, they had you turn like a model?"
    And Catherine dug her thumbs in, and noticed now Tina's bottom slightly
opening itself, her legs parting with Catherine's pressure. She glimpsed a
dark, shiny center, breathed deeply, and continued. "Oh, well. . .they were
all kind of.  .  .showing each other their bodies, and they asked me to
join in."
    "Did you?"
    Catherine smiled at the memory. "I did, yes. Can you believe it?" She
was now parting Tina's buttocks at every long stroke, and found herself
hungry for each successive sight. "They all clapped. It was really very
silly. They said I looked like Isabella Rossellini!" she snorted.
    "I can see that."
    "Oh stop."
    "No, it's true." And Tina's legs opened more, so her feet now hung off
the sides. Catherine was beside herself with. . .with what? She just felt
overwhelmed, is all she knew. As she looked into Tina's lovely, glistening,
darkly furred and lipped vagina, she felt such sexual hunger, she felt she
had to stop, or faint.
    "Ohh. . .Oh-kayy, Tina. . .I'm. . .I think I've done. . .all I can do,
honey."
    Tina raised her upper torso and rested her elbows on the table. "That
was

incredible, Cathy. Really. Thank you." She held Catherine's eyes, and could
see the tumult going on inside. The older woman's lower lip trembled
slightly.  "Okay," and Tina swung round and stood, facing
Mrs. Hathaway. "Your turn."
    Catherine shook her head, almost vehemently. "No, no, no, I'm fine,
really."
    "Cathy. . .you TOLD me how sore you were. Now come on. Don't be a
wuss."
    Catherine sensed the woman's determination. It sent an improbable
thrill of. .  .fear? No. . .something, racing inside her. She looked at the
table. "Well.  Alright."  And she began to timidly unbutton her shirt. "But
I'm fine. Really."
    "I know, I know." Tina walked casually, naked, to the small table and
oiled her palms. "You'll love it." She caught Catherine's eye once again.
"Promise."
    The older woman smiled weakly. "Okay then." And she removed her
bra. Her pale, ample, large-nippled breasts jiggled slightly as she leaned
to pull her slacks down.
    Tina stood, musing. "They were right, you know."
    "What?" Catherine folded her slacks on the chair.
    "Isabella Rossellini."
    Catherine waved her away, and climbed onto the table with her panties
on.  Tina noticed a big patch of wetness at the crotch. She smiled, and
moved to stand above the woman.
    "Alright, here we go. . ." and she began oiling her strong hands up and
down Mrs. Hathaway's back. She felt the woman relaxing under her, with
frequent soft sighs of contentment.
    After a few minutes, her hands were bumping lightly against the
material at Catherine's waistband. "Is it okay if I take these off, Cathy?
Can't get the oil working into your butt with these on."
    A muffled, "Okay."
    And Tina tucked her fingers under the waistband, and drew the plain
panties down, down and off, and dropped them on Catherine's folded
slacks. Now she gazed at the woman's full, womanly bottom, hungry to grasp
such beauty.
    She re-oiled her hands, then one large hand, then the other palmed each
round globe. She felt them tighten slightly, and began kneading, pressing,
pushing in, and pulling out.
    Catherine lay there, feeling such a strange mixture of shame and
excitement as she became so aware of her bottom being handled so
intimately. When Tina's motions opened her cheeks, she felt how revealed
her anus was. And suddenly, with no internal warning, a small, airy fart
came hissing out. She felt herself blush. "Oh dear, I am so sorry."
    "Hey, you're relaxing. It just shows me how good I'm doing my job,"
breathed Tina, thrilled at the sight of Catherine's elegant asshole opening
like it did for so unladylike an action.
    "I suppose," murmured Catherine. "How embarrassing." And how erotic!
She felt the flush of shame and excitement wash over her, fill her every
nerve. The thought of herself farting right in front of Tina's eyes made
her so. . .wet! She was just awash down there. . .
    "Turn over, honey," whispered Tina, and Catherine, as if hypnotized,
did so, feeling dazed and on fire.
    "I'm going to just go all over, alright?"
    "Mm-hmm. . ." murmured Catherine, a mere mass of sensitivity now.
    "You know," began Tina in a low tone, as she smoothed her hands over
Catherine's belly and chest, "this place gets me so horny sometimes. I
don't know what it is. . .maybe the air. . ."
    "Mm-hmm. . ."
    "I think I masturbate here more than any place else." Tina continued
smoothing, running her hands lightly up Catherine's chest, palming her
breasts. The older woman sighed deeply.
    "Do you masturbate, Cathy?" Tina casually and lightly kneaded
Catherine's full breasts, catching her swelling nipples between her
fingers.
    "S-sometimes. . ."
    "I hope you don't mind talking about this."
    "Noo. . .it's alright. . ohhh. . ."
    And Tina squeeezed Catherine's nipples, oiling them between her
fingers, as she watched the woman's face flush deeply, down her neck and
chest. "But sometimes. .  .my clit just gets so sensitive. . .I want to
come so badly, but I just can't . .  .handle my clit like I want. . ."
    "MmmoohhHHh. . .
    One of Tina's hands came gliding downwards, and began sliding up and
down

Catherine's upper thigh. The other hand gave an oily squeeeeze and pull to
the engorged nipple, then joined its sister across the aisle. Both hands
now massaged upwards, sliding along Catherine's inner thighs. And her
thighs began opening, almost of their own volition.
    "How do you do it, Cathy?" Tina breathed, kneading, sliding. "How do
you touch yourself so you come?"
    "Ohhh, my God. Ummm. . ." Catherine was in another world, and wanted so
desperately, desperately to come. To talk like this, with the pretty,
strong young woman there, at her vagina. . .she felt Tina's breath on her
pussy. "I think I. .  .uhhhh. . .I just get very. . .very wet. . ." That
she was actually SAYing this. .  .her mind
tingled. "And. . .mmmmMMMmm. . .ohh, God. . ."
    Tina moved her hands up, up. . .her thumbs lightly brushed Catherine's
dark labia fuzz. Catherine sighed. Tina's thumbs felt the woman's thick
fluid, warm, creamy. "Like you are now?" she whispered.
    "Mmmm, yes. . ."
    Tina smelled the older woman's musk, her strong needy sex. "Do you want
to come now?"
    "Ohh, God, Tina, I'm such a. . .yes, YES, God help me, YES!" And her
thighs opened further.
    Tina ran her fingers lightly over Catherine's puffed slit, buttery wet.
    "OHHHhhh! Tina. . ."
    And Tina brought herself around, one hand still resting lightly on Mrs.
Hathaway's drooling pussy. She looked down at her. She leaned down and
kissed

Catherine gently on the lips. The woman's eyes opened, dazed, confused,
horny beyond measure. "You want me to make you come, Catherine?" The older
woman nodded, pathetically, desperate. "You going to do what I say, if I
make you come?"  Again, a confused, needy nodding. Tina's finger sank into
Catherine's slit, up to her knuckle.  Catherine closed her eyes, moaned.
    Tina whispered, "You're my slut, aren't you?" Catherine nodded. "Say
it."
    "I. . .I'm your s-sslut. . .ohhHHHHhh god. . ."
    "You want me to fuck you."
    "Yesyesyes, yesss. . ."
    "What??"
    "Yes, I want you t-to. . .to fuck me. . .oh GOd, I'm so. . .ohhhHHHhh!"
    "And I want you to keep saying all that, all the time I'm making you
come. Got that??" She twisted a swollen nipple.
    "Aaugh! YES, yes, God, Fuck me Tina, please, please. . ."
    "You're a cunt."
    "I'm a cunt, fuck me, ohhh fuck me fuck MEeeeee. . .!"
    Tina climbed up on the table, and stood straddling Mrs. Hathaway. "Keep
talking!"
    "I'm a cunt, I'm a cunt. . .oh my God, what is . . .what am
I. . .PLEASE, I NEED to COME, Tina, pleeease. . .
    Tina turned around and lowered her ass down into Catherine's face. "Eat
my asshole, cunt. You want to, right??"
    "Yes, yes, I want to eat your asshole, come here," and she reached up
shakily and grabbed Tina's hips and pulled her down to her face, and buried
her lips between Tina's cheeks. "Mmmmrrrrrmmmmaaa. . . .
    And Tina reached forward and started fucking Catherine with her
fingers.  She pushed her butt into Catherine's face, loving the feel of
this elegant churchwoman's eager moans and slurping in her ass. Andf
Catherine was really gripping Tina's cheeks, thrusting her tongue into the
younger woman's sweet, sweaty anus. Tina's fingers frigged wildly in
Catherine's frothing pussy.
    "MmmmMMMNNNOOOooHHH!!" Catherine pulled away to cry out. "OHhhhhHH
GODD!!  ohh, my goD, FUCK ME, ohhhHHH, I'm YOUR CUNT, I'm youR CUNT, FUCK
MEEEEE, AAAAAAAUUGGHHHH!!!" Her head stretched back, the veins stood out in
her neck.  Then she dove back into Tina's ass with a vengeance, worrying
the woman's asshole like a terrier.
    And didn't see her daughter Jennifer enter the room and stand watching
by the table.