Author's notes: This story is only for the one's who appreciate lesbian erotic stories and are of legal age wherever they live. If you don't fit in under any of the two above, please stop read now. Keywords: lesbian, voyeurism, exhibitionism, group, anal Sandy's fantasies by Sandy Chapter 12: A special kind of massage The fitness-centre was a quite large, rectangular room equipped with new, expensive looking machines and around ten guests were busy using them. To the left and right were changing rooms and at the far end Emily could see two doors with signs that said massage. The one to the right had a female silhouette on it. She stopped outside the door, unsure of what to do. "Just go inside, it's your turn," a familiar voice said behind her. Emily turned and stood face-to-face with Emanuelle, the pretty receptionist from before. She had changed from her previous uniform to a white t-shirt and a pair of white shorts. The French girl understood why Emily looked so puzzled and started to explain. "I know it must seem strange for you to see me here, but I switched shifts just now and I'm the one that's going to do you. Come inside." Emily was thrilled by the multiple meanings of the last sentence. Was it because the girl was French or did she really know what "do you" could mean? And why had the girl not mentioned that she was the masseuse when Emily booked the appointment? Emanuelle opened the door and let Emily in to the female massage-section of the fitness-centre. Two desks with computers on, obviously for the use of the masseuses, were placed at the far end, facing each other. Behind them, a door said staff only. To the left, three smaller cubicles each held a massage-room with a table and a small shower stall. In front of them, comfortable chairs were placed in a circle with a table containing newspapers and magazine in the middle. Green plants, soft music and a pleasant light made Emily relax a little. "Go inside and take off your clothes" Emanuelle said in a "matter-of-fact" voice and pointed towards the first cubicle. "There are towels inside that you can use to wrap around you" she continued and went over to one of the desks. Emily started to get excited again and really looked forward to the massage. With a quick glance at Emanuelle she went into the smaller room and began to unbutton her shorts. Over by the desk Emanuelle watched the flat computer-screen with great interest. Each cubicle had a web cam inside and the French girl followed the young blonde closely, with eager eyes, as the girl started to get undressed. She swallowed hard when the girl pulled the t-shirt over her head. The teenage breasts, tightly tucked into an expensive looking bra, were just amazing and the girl's ass was totally awesome. The girl reached back, unhooked her bra and slid the straps over her shoulders. She quickly looked around and then, to Emanuelle's surprise and delight, started to caress her nipples. The teenager closed her eyes and her palms rubbed the hardening nipples with circular motions. Her right hand left the nipple and slid down along her ribcage and over her stomach. It briefly stopped just above the hemline of the panties and then quickly disappeared inside. The fingers, clearly outlined through the fabric, started to move rhythmically and there was little doubt that the girl had started to masturbate. 'I better stop her' the aroused masseuse thought 'otherwise she'll come before I get my hands on her.' Emily, simultaneously rubbing her clit and nipple, jerked and stopped at once when she heard a knock on the door. "Are you ready in there?" Emanuelle asked from outside. 'Oh god, what am I doing?' Emily said to herself. She withdrew her hand from her panties and quickly pulled them off. Her nipples where rock hard and she felt very embarrassed. She grabbed a large towel from a shelf and wrapped it around her body. "Sure, come on in" she replied. Emanuelle entered the small area. The girl had wrapped a towel around her, but her flushed cheeks clearly showed evidence of her previous actions. "Get up on the table and lay down on your stomach" Emanuelle said smiling. Emily did as told and soon found herself watching the floor through a hole in the massage table. "I'm going to cover you with another towel and then remove the first one to get better access to your body, ok?" The French girl said in a soft voice. Emily, feeling aroused and nervous, just nodded from her facedown position. Emanuelle draped the second towel over the girl, covering her from just below her shoulder blades to her thighs and then reached under it to remove the first one. "Lift up a little" the masseuse almost whispered and pulled the towel out from under Emily, making the teenager's bare breasts and stomach come in direct contact with the massage table. Emily felt the masseuse collect her long blonde hair and put it up in a knot behind her head. She was just about to apologize for not doing that herself when two hands made contact with her neck. "Oh!" a little sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. The hands, covered with just the right amount of massage-oil, started to massage her neck and shoulders. She was tense from the hours of sleeping on the plane and the hands felt so good. After a few minutes, more oil was poured between her shoulder blades and then the hands moved downwards along the spine. Emanuelle took in the incredibly erotic sight of the girl's naked back, shining with oil. The masseuse was overwhelmed by her emotions. She had always appreciated a beautiful female body but she had never been so sexually attracted to another girl before. She felt her pussy getting moist and carefully folded the towel once more to reveal the girl's lower back. Only the buttocks were now covered by it. She again placed her hands on the soft skin and continued the massage, moving downwards. Emily was in heaven! The girl massaging her was clearly very skilful and her hands felt fantastic. They were moving downwards towards her ass but stopped just above her buttocks, changed directions and started to caress her hips. They slowly moved upwards over the ribcage and came to rest on the side of her breasts. Without thinking, Emily rose herself up on her elbows and immediately felt the hands close over her breasts. She didn't dare to look at the French girl and felt fingers start to massage her nipples. Her breathing was rapidly quickening and she felt the itch between her legs grow in intensity. After a few minutes, the heavenly massage suddenly stopped. Emily turned her head slightly and out of the corner of her eye she saw Emanuelle pull her t-shirt over her head. The French girl unhooked her bra, slid it down over her shoulders, and climbed up on the massage table, straddling Emily's thighs. She quickly removed the towel and put her hands on the firm buttocks of the girl's awesome ass. 'Mon dieu' she thought as she pulled the ass-cheeks apart. An adorable little anus above a pair of wet pussylips was revealed. Emanuelle pulled back a little, raised the girl up on her elbows and knees and positioned the index finger of her right hand at the pussy entrance. She widened Emily's ass crack, with the thumb and index finger of her other hand, and pushed forward. "Aaahh!" Emily jerked as she felt a finger enter her from behind. Emanuelle leaned forward and her left hand quickly went back to Emily's left breast and eagerly started to knead the firm flesh. She put her mouth next to Emily's ear and whispered: "Is the massage ok?" The horny girl under her just moaned and pushed her ass up against the invading finger. A second one joined the first finger and Emanuelle started to lick the girl's earlobe. Her own nipples rubbed against the girl's bare back and she started to move her breasts back and forth, matching the pace of her fingers. Emily was now really worked up. Her nipples were rock-hard and the masseuse's two fingers were seriously pumping her wide-open wet pussy. She desperately moved her ass back against the fingers and was rapidly approaching climax. She felt the hand leave her nipple and move up to her shoulder. The tongue left her ear and then the fingers her vagina. "Raise your upper body," the masseuses whispered from behind. Emily did and got up into a kneeling position. The French girl was still behind her and Emily felt Emanuelle's nipples press against her back. A hand, with two wet fingers coated with pussyjuice, appeared in front of her eyes. "Lick them clean". The fingertips pressed against Emily's lips and she let them slip into her mouth. She eagerly started to suck on them and felt Emanuelle softly kiss her neck. Suddenly the door outside opened. Emanuelle knew that Monique, the masseuse in charge, had booked an appointment an hour later. 'She must be early,' Emanuelle thought as she watched the girl in front of her taste her own pussyjuice. The young blonde obviously hadn't noticed anything. The masseuse withdrew her fingers and placed both hands on the girl's firm breasts. She started to rub them, feeling the perfectly rounded mounds under her palms. Emily leaned her head back onto the older girl's shoulder and looked up into the sexy brown eyes. "Please fuck me more," she whispered weakly and Emanuelle forgot all about her boss outside. Simultaneously the girl and the young woman parted their lips and then the tips of their tongues met. When Emanuelle's tongue slid into Emily's mouth the young blonde found out the true meaning of French kissing. She had experienced a lot of great tongue kissing since Thursday, especially with the black stewardess on the plane, but this was something else. The invading tongue totally took over Emily's mouth, roaming around inside and not leaving a single spot untouched. Outside Monique, the 46-year-old, head masseuse noticed that something was running on one of the computer screens. In her rush to stop Emily from coming by her own hands, Emanuelle had forgot to turn off the web-cam. Marie sat down in front of the computer and couldn't believe her eyes. Her first thought was that someone had started a porn-clip but then she recognized her 23-year-old colleague Emanuelle and realized that it was a web-cam that was running. Emanuelle, naked from the waste up, was on top of the massage table behind a gorgeous, maybe 16-year-old, naked blond girl. They were French kissing vigorously and Emanuelle had her hands on the girl's breasts, massaging them rapidly. Monique watched with fascination as her young colleague released one breast and moved her hand down over the girl's firm stomach. Emanuelle's fingers easily found the erect clit and started to rub it. There was no sound on the web-cam but the muffled sounds from the small massage cubicle behind Monique were unmistakable. Emanuelle's other hands disappeared behind the girl's back and in Monique's mind there was no doubt to were it was heading. Emily felt a wet finger slide in between her buttocks and press against her anus. Her mind was yet again in an erotic blur. She felt the finger push through the opening and slowly slide all the way in. Emanuelle increased the speed of the fingers manipulating the girl's clit and started to move the other finger, buried deep between Emily's ass-cheeks, back and forth. Emily, on the verge of a powerful orgasm, desperately grabbed her breasts and started to rub her sweaty palms over the almost painfully erect nipples. Their mouths were still tightly pressed together, with wet tongues swirling around inside. Suddenly, Emily felt the hands disappear from her clit and anus and then she was pressed down onto her back. Emanuelle quickly jumped up on the table and positioned herself between the girl's widespread legs. The pretty teenager, breathing hard, rose up on her elbows and looked at Emanuelle with flushed cheeks and excited, half-closed eyes. Emanuelle slid both hands under Emily's buttocks, lifted them up and pressed her open mouth onto the wet pussy. Emily watched her clit disappear into the masseuse's mouth and came, spurting cum all over the pretty face buried between her lower lips. Afterwards, Emanuelle rose into a standing position and whipped her face with a towel. The young, naked girl in front of her looked so vulnerable, lying on the table with closed eyes and legs still spread wide. "This really got out of hand. I don't quite know what to say..." she said feeling guilty for the way she had taken advantage of the young blonde. The girl opened her pretty eyes and gave Emanuelle a radiant smile. "I loved every second of it," she said as she got off the table. Emanuelle felt relieved, but she was still confused over the sexual attraction that this girl had on her. She couldn't help but stare at the perfect body, shining with sweat. Emily gave Emanuelle a quick kiss and disappeared behind the frosted glass into the narrow shower cubicle. The young masseuse suddenly remembered Monique outside. Emily hadn't exactly been quiet during their lovemaking and Monique would have to be death not to have heard the girl moaning. Emanuelle put on her bra, pulled the t-shirt over her head and nervously went outside. Monique was sitting by the computers looking at her with amused eyes. "Not the usual massage, was it?" she said questioningly pointing at the screen. 'Shit, the web-cam' Emanuelle thought 'I forgot to turn it off'. Embarrassed she walked towards Monique and tried to find a way to explain. The older woman wasn't interested in any explanation though. When her young colleague was about three feet away she suddenly reached out and grabbed the surprised girl's buttocks through her shorts. "I didn't see you come" Monique said and pulled her young colleague towards her. With quick fingers she opened Emanuelle's shorts and let them slide down the long slender legs. "You don't mind a little help, do you?" Monique said and pulled the white panties down. Emanuelle didn't say anything and watched, almost paralyzed, as Monique extended her tongue. The younger woman jerked when the tip of the tongue made contact with her pussy. Monique's hands went back to the now naked buttocks and soon her tongue was buried deep inside Emanuelle's vagina. When Emily a few minutes later came out off the small cubicle, she was faced with Emanuelle's naked buttocks over by the computers. Two hands were kneading them thoroughly and Emanuelle's breathing had become unsteady. 'Now isn't that weird' she thought confused and silently went out into the fitness-centre, wondering to herself where the other woman had come from.