My name is Rayne Walters, and if you asked anyone I know to use one word to describe me, it would be triathlete. Of course, there are other words like dedicated, intelligent, pretty, shy, and determined. However, I'm a triathlonaholic; I live and breathe the sport to the point some people who know me avoid mentioning anything remotely connected to it so they don't have to hear me talk about it.

My athletic career began in high school. I swam and ran track, but wasn't a star. My competition was primarily myself, wanting to improve and always get better. My parents were my biggest fans, despite the fact that the best I ever did was third place.

In college, where I was majoring in business and finance, I discovered biking. A couple of girls I met were into road racing, and with my experience in swimming and running, they introduced me to bicycling, which led to my first sprint. That's where I became addicted to the three-event sport.

I started out doing four sprints during my first year. That slowly grew to seven by the time I became a junior in college. It took me five years to earn my degree, and by the time I graduated, I was doing six triathlons a year.

I didn't date during those years because I was too busy getting my degree and racing. I was asked out often, but I just preferred racing and studying. Yes, I know I'm weird.

Fast forward three years from college graduation to my twenty-sixth birthday. It just happened to fall on one of the most grueling races I'd ever done. When I finished it, I was sore all over, and one of my riding friends. Yes, I did make friends after college, and she suggested I see the masseuse she uses to help with her aches and pains.

I'd had a massage or two before, and they were just okay, nothing to write home about. But Bethany raved about Aera, which piqued my curiosity. I really needed to get some relief, and so I did a little research and then booked an appointment.

My first massage with Aera was eye-opening. When I walked in, she was hanging out with the receptionist. I was really taken aback by her appearance; she was not what I was expecting at all.

Aera is Korean, about five feet tall, and her black hair at that time was done up in a little bun on top of her head, accentuated by two chopsticks holding it together. I eventually learned that they were called jeosgalag in Korean. I wasn't surprised she was Asian, but by the number of piercings she had. I was raised in a very conservative household, and I do have pierced ears, but Aera seemed to take it to a new level.

She wore a kimono and had a nose ring, a hoop of gold, and her earlobes had multiple piercings. She smiled at me as I cautiously walked towards the receptionist's desk and asked if I was Rayne. I smiled weakly and uttered a soft 'yes' as Aera replied that she loved my name.

That helped ease my trepidation as we started talking about what I wanted as far as a massage. I told her about my pain and that Bethany had recommended her. She smiled warmly and said she'd have to thank Bethany for the referral. Then, after I filled out some paperwork, she escorted me back to a room where I got my first massage in a very long time. That was five years ago.

During those five years, Aera changed massage parlors three times, and I've followed her each time; she was that good. Through my insurance policy, I'm able to get thirteen massages a year, so at least once a month, I see Aera to help me relax and ease some tension. Oh, don't go there; we are never intimate, and I've never had a 'happy ending' with Aera. I'm straight, and I don't have a clue whether Aera likes men or women; she's never confided in me what her sexual preferences are, and I haven't asked.

Through the years, Aera has become my muse, therapist, fangirl, confidant, and friend. It took time, but whenever I visited, Aera made me feel special. Our conversations were mainly about me and my life rather than about her. I've tried many times to refocus our talks on her life. Aera was always vague and elusive about her personal life, and our conversations returned to me and my little tidbits of drama.

My drama mostly consisted of dead-end relationships, guys who thought they could replace triathlons in my life, or ones who just lusted after my body. I happen to be five-eleven, fit, blonde, and financially well-off. I attracted all sorts of suitors, from men who wanted to make me their trophy wife to men who wanted to control me. With Aera's help and intuition, I avoided many of them. However, a few slipped through the cracks in my defenses and became topics of discussion during my massage sessions.

Some women tried also, but with my very conservative upbringing, I had never considered a woman as a bedmate. Aera and I also discussed that, and I remained straight.

Aera has gotten me to try Tai Chi, Pilates, regular Yoga, and Bikram Yoga, which was when I was pursued by a fellow female financial advisor at my firm. Aera thought I should at least try the Yoga with her to see if I liked it. She said it would help me overcome some of my shyness, and it would also help boost my confidence level. She remarked that I had an incredible body and that I'd worked hard to get it, and I should show it off. It took a lot of soul searching, but I did attend a session. Aera was right as usual. I enjoyed the Yoga and started going on a regular basis because I had a nice body, and the Yoga helped me mentally and physically. Sadly, for the lady who invited me to try it, I enjoyed the Yoga more than I enjoyed her attention, despite her being gorgeous.

Aera has also broadened my horizons by discussing world events and changing my conservative outlook on a multitude of issues. Politically now, I'm an independent, studying issues and not following either party's doctrine.

For my part in our relationship, I've educated Aera in financial affairs and investments. Nothing illegal; I just answered questions when Aera asked. I also got her to exercise and to keep better track of her diet. In one of our earliest conversations, she confessed to enjoying CrossFit. I think she continued with it, but I wasn't sure, because she's never disrobed with me in the massage room. I did, however, notice after a year or so, her face looked thinner and she seemed buff.

Through those five years, Aera has undergone a few changes herself. She's changed hairstyles multiple times, from her natural, lovely, silken black hair to Rastafarian dreadlocks to blonde, redhead, green, pink, pixie cut, braids, cornrows, and finally back to her natural, long black locks.

She's added piercings to her eyebrows, tongue, and maybe other places I've never dreamed of. I've noticed the black outline of a tattoo on her right wrist has slowly been filled in with vibrant colors and intricate detail. She says it's a sleeve, but I think it might be more than that. Aera says she trades massages with the tattoo artist hour for hour, but she says she's getting the better deal.

So, now you have more information than you probably wanted, but I think it's all crucial to my little story.

After two years of getting massages with Aera, she asked if I'd do her a favor. Naturally, I told her I would because she'd been so good to me. During our first two years, she did mention she'd been adopted as an infant and said she had an older brother and younger sister. She didn't mention that her older brother had a wife and daughter. However, this time she mentioned his daughter was a swimmer and wanted to improve. He couldn't afford a coach for her, and Aera was wondering if I wouldn't mind spending some pool time with her to help her out. At that time, which was like three years ago, she was sixteen and had been into competitive swimming for a couple of years. However, she wasn't improving and wanted to quit. I told Aera I would, but I wasn't a coach. Aera said it was fine; they just wanted someone with more knowledge to give her some pointers. So, I told Aera to give her brother my number and we'd talk.

Paul, Aera's brother, called me the next evening. We talked for about an hour regarding his daughter, Melody, and what they were looking for. Again, I reiterated that I wasn't a coach, but I'd be willing to give Melody some pointers. We agreed to meet at one of the local public pools in the evening during the week.

On Tuesday evening, the following week, I waited for Paul, his wife Jackie, and Melody in the entry area of the pool. Aera also showed up, and we all talked for about half an hour. Then Paul paid the fees for Melody and me, and we headed to the locker room to change. Melody was pretty shy, which reminded me of me. I told her a bit more about me and asked what she was expecting out of all of this. I asked because it was her father asking all the questions while she remained silent during our little get-together.

Melody was honest, telling me she liked swimming, but her father was sort of reliving his glory days through her. I smiled and told her she'd be fine. I was just like her when I was younger. She liked that, and we finished getting our suits on and headed to the pool.

I had Melody swim a couple of laps to warm up as I walked the deck, looking at her form. I swim freestyle for my triathlons and do some backstroke to rest, so that's what we worked on. After watching her, I slipped into the pool, and the lessons began.

Melody was great at following directions. We stayed along one of the sides of the pool so we weren't in anyone's way. We worked on the angle of her hands hitting the water, her breathing, and stroke timing. It was a good session, and I thought she'd taken my instructions really well. Melody was a fast learner, and I thought all she needed to do was continue on with what we'd practiced. However, her father had different plans.

He asked me to work with Mel over the next month to help make the slight changes I made in her form part of her routine. I looked over at Aera, who was giving me a 'please do this and I'll make it up to you look', so I agreed to meet with them twice a week.

I really didn't mind. Melody was a sweetie, and I enjoyed helping out. I just have a problem with overbearing parents, but that's another story. It turned out that Paul wasn't as overbearing as I thought. I'm not great at reading people, and that's why I enjoy talking with Aera during our sessions. She's helped me to become more aware of people's motives, but again, that's something for later.

Well, one month turned into six, and by the time we'd finished, Melody was all tuned up for her swim team. After our final lesson, Melody asked if we could keep in touch. I wasn't sure about it, but she pleaded with me. I told her that if she included Aera in our conversations, I'd keep in touch with her. She agreed to that, and I gave her my number.

I didn't want any misunderstandings with me talking to a minor. I was twenty-eight years old, and having a sixteen-year-old texting me all the time just felt wrong. I had no interest in her except to help her with her swimming. But things can be misinterpreted, and I didn't want that to happen. I told Aera also, and she thought it was a good idea. Now and then, Mel would text me with swim questions and invite me to her meets. I did attend a couple of them in her first season and was proud to see how well she did. Her texts became more infrequent, and the last thing I heard was that she was on the Varsity swim team her sophomore year. Aera kept me updated from time to time, and I was glad Mel was doing so well.

However, my curiosity got the better of me each swim season. I did manage to attend several of Mel's home swim meets through the years. I mean, not like a stalker or anything close to that. I'd given her some instructions, and she'd listened and followed my directions so well and was successful. I enjoyed seeing her advance in her skills and grow into a very good swimmer. Part of me was envious, but the knowledge that I had some influence on her made me proud. I didn't mention this to Aera; sometimes having a secret is a good thing.

Now, as I mentioned, Aera had promised me some sort of benefit for helping out. It turned out I was her 'test dummy' for new techniques in massage therapy. We moved my session times to the last one in her day so she could take her time explaining what was going on. We tried cupping, warm stones, ice/heat therapy, and a few others. Some worked better than others, and I gave Aera honest feedback. I trusted her and she trusted me.

Now, fast forward to March of last year. I'd been running, and I guess I didn't warm up enough before I started. My glutes and hamstrings felt tighter than they normally do. So, my session with Aera included a little extra time working on those muscles. I was her last appointment of the day in her new spa. She'd taken my advice and the tips I'd given her, and with hard work and referrals from me and a few of my friends, Aera finally had her own massage/spa.

Caroline, the receptionist, had gone home and left Aera and me alone for my session. It was a normal thing; I work late, and Aera still accommodates me since I did Melody that little favor. I don't abuse my small privileges, and since Mel was doing so well with swimming, Aera figured keeping me happy was a small price to pay.

We greeted each other as usual, with hugs and small talk. Then I told her what was bothering me, and she said we'd end the session with a new technique she'd discovered. I trusted her, so I said yes and then disrobed and got on the table as she prepped.

We made small talk for a bit as her strong hands worked their magic on my tight muscles and joints. I told her I still wasn't dating, not because I didn't have choices, but because they didn't seem up to par. The last guy I dated was into Tris, but our relationship became more of a competition rather than a partnership. Over the years, she'd encouraged me to be more picky, and that created less drama for me, but also longer periods without sex, which was frustrating in itself.

Aera was looking good; she'd obviously taken CrossFit training seriously and, from what I could see, was looking more buff than ever. Her sleeve tattoo was in full color, and it looked like red roses, and I guessed it probably stretched over her shoulder and onto her back.

When she finished with my regular massage, I sat up as Aera explained the new technique to me. We were going to move to a sheet-covered mat on the floor. Aera was going to kneel next to me as I lifted my leg. Then she'd manipulate it, bringing my foot across my body towards my shoulders. She was going to go slow and hold me in that position for a minute, then move to my other leg. She had other positions she wanted to try, and I needed to let her know how the stretch felt.

I got down on the floor, lying on my back as Aera watched. Before she joined me, Aera walked over to a supply table, pulled open a drawer, and took out a scrunchie, then tied back her beautiful, long, black hair and tied it into a ponytail. Then she removed her kimono and hung it up near my clothes. My jaw dropped. I'd never seen Aera without her kimono on the entire five years I'd been with her. The woman was buff, her abs were well defined, her ass was tight, and her tattoo was gorgeous. She was also wearing a very lacey black bra and boy shorts, which made her look even better, and that's coming from me, a very straight, semi-conservative woman.

When she turned to get down on the floor with me, I was still gawking. Her expression was one of confusion when she asked, "What?"

I smiled and said, "What do you mean, what? Look at you! My god, Aera, you're amazing. It's the first time I've seen you without your kimono. I love the tattoo, too. God, you have an incredible body, woman. Is that lingerie set you're wearing Agent Provocateur?"

Aera actually blushed as she replied, "No, but thanks. It's a knock-off, but it feels good wearing it when I'm working. I have better things to spend my money on than fancy lingerie. You're partially to blame for it. I loved lots of the things you've worn, and figured I deserved some sexy stuff too. It makes me feel good, ya know?"

I grinned as I replied, "Yes, I do know. It's a nice feeling, and you definitely wear it well, Aera. Oh, can I get a towel to rest my head on? This is a little painful, lying like this without any support."

Aera blushed as she said, "Thank you. Oh, I'm sorry, Rayne, let me get you one."

I watched as she stood, admiring her incredible body once again. I'd love to have the definition she had, but it takes too much time and work, which would put a dent in my Tri workouts, and that's what I live for.

Aera knelt beside my head as I lifted up a bit so she could place the rolled-up towel under my neck. I turned my head a skosh and noticed the tiny protrusions in her bra. She had nipple piercings! They were little barbells, which would make sense since she did CrossFit. I smiled, then turned my head back as Aera adjusted the towel and asked how it felt.

Then she asked, “What are you smiling about?”

I looked up at her and said, “I just noticed your little barbells. I've always thought you had more piercings than the ones that are visible. Now I know.”

Aera laughed. “So, you were looking at my boobs?”

I blushed. “Well, yes. They were right there, silly.”

She moved back to my legs to begin stretching me out. So, now we had a couple of new topics to discuss as Aera manipulated my muscles to loosen me up.

We talked as we normally do, but with our new topics, it became a little more intimate, discussing panties, bras, and lingerie in general. Aera was her usual calm self as I asked questions and she answered.

She'd work one leg, asking how the pressure she applied felt, and each time I suggested she could add a bit more. We kept that up as she went from leg to leg and back again, moving me into various positions and applying more pressure. After about twenty minutes, Aera paused and asked how I was feeling. I told her I was fine as she sat back on her heels, thinking. Then she asked if I trusted her. I replied that I did and asked why she was wondering. She said she had a couple more stretches she'd like to try, but they required a little more body contact. I asked what she meant by that, and she said that she'd be sitting on my thigh to get a better angle. She wouldn't rest on it, but it was more intimate than sitting off to my side.

I told her it was fine, and if I felt weird about it, I'd say something. She said she just wanted to be sure, and then she moved over my left thigh, lifting my right leg straight up against her shoulder. She asked again if it was okay, and I reassured her I was fine.

Then Aera started pressing my leg towards my head. I could definitely feel my hamstring and glute stretching as she asked how the pressure was. I told her I could feel it and to keep going. Aera held my leg up like that for about a minute, then eased it back down.

Once again, she asked how I was feeling, and I said I was fine. So, she moved a little further up my thigh and lifted my leg once again. This time, she used her shoulder to gently press my leg as far back as it could go. Then I felt it. Not the stretch, but a tingling within me. As Aera was using her shoulder, she was also barely moving herself from her hips back and forth over my thigh.

She was already near my pelvis with her inner thigh touching my glute. I think I'm describing it correctly. But we were having some very intimate contact between our panties. I glanced up at Aera to see her eyes closed as she counted the seconds of my stretch. They coincided with her movements on my thigh, and after sixty, she released my leg once more.

Then Aera opened her eyes and looked at me to see how I was doing. She asked again if I was alright, and once more I replied I was. I didn't mention the new tingle because it didn't feel bad at all. So, after a sixty-second pause, Aera did it again, lifting my leg and basically pressing her pelvis into mine in a slow, methodical rhythm.

She worked my right leg five times like that and then moved to my left. By then, the tingle was feeling very good in me, and I realized what it was. I was getting aroused. I couldn't tell from Aera's expression if she was also, but I did notice she was further up my thigh on my left than she was on my right.

I think it was when she was on the fourth stretch on my right that I started focusing on her tummy movement. Those taut abs were magnets for my eyes, and I was partially hypnotized as I watched them undulate as Aera rocked back and forth on me.

It seemed Aera was getting a nice feeling too as she worked on my left leg. Her rocking seemed more deliberate, and the length she rode on my thigh seemed to get closer and closer to my vagina than it did on my right. I also noticed that Aera's barbells were a little more obvious, pressing against the sheer fabric of her bra.

I sensed a warm, moist spot in my panties, which made me glad I'd worn black this evening, so Aera probably wouldn't notice she'd gotten me slightly worked up. Maybe she would if her bare thigh moved against it, but I didn't think she'd gotten that intimate with me so far. I, too, was sort of in a dreamy state of mind, which was new for me since I'd never been intimate with a woman and never thought I would.

So, after about forty-five minutes of working my glutes and hamstrings, Aera released me and sat back on the floor between my legs and asked how I felt. I told her I felt good, but we'd see how I felt in the morning. She smiled and thanked me for putting up with her little test. I told her it was a pleasure, and maybe we could do it again next week if she had an opening. She grinned and said she'd talk with Caroline and have her text me. I smiled, thanked her, and asked if we could make it our usual last appointment.

Aera said, “Of course. I have another couple of stretches I'd like to try with you. I didn't want to overwhelm you tonight, Rayne.”

I laughed and thanked her as we helped each other up from the floor. Then I got brave and hugged her and whispered, “Thank you, Aera. I really enjoyed that. I feel really good right now.”

Aera was a little taken aback by my spontaneity as she replied, "I'm glad you do, Rayne. Hopefully, the next session will be even better. Now let's get dressed. I need to lock up and get some dinner."

I released her and dressed as she put the pad away and tossed the sheet into a hamper. I told her goodbye as she followed me out front after covering herself with her kimono and locking the door after I exited.

I thought about our session all the way home and over my dinner. I was still tingling, surprised at what Aera had done to me. I wasn't mad or felt violated. I knew she didn't condone 'happy endings,' and it was the main reason she'd left her employers in the past. They not only condoned it, but they also expected Aera to do it, and she wouldn't comply.

I figured the arousal thing was just an unknown side effect since Aera was just trying this new stretching thing out. But, when I went to bed, I used my vibe and fingers to get myself off while imagining Aera's abs rocking over me and her little barbells bouncing in her stiff nipples. I think that was the first time a woman was on my mind when I masturbated. Maybe that was another unanticipated side effect of Aera's new stretching technique. I decided it really wasn't that bad of one after all.

The next day, I received a text from Caroline asking how I felt and the date and time for my next appointment. I texted back, I felt fine, and I made sure to let Aera know. I also thanked her for squeezing me in. She texted back a smile and said that I was welcome.

The days before my next appointment seemed to drag. My mind kept flashing back to Aera riding my thigh. I think I masturbated more in those past few days than at any other time in my life. Was I becoming a lesbian? It was weird thinking about her all the time. I was in a constant state of arousal, which is not normal for me. Even during my workouts, I was thinking of her.

Finally, the evening arrived for my next session. I walked into Aera's place and was greeted by Caroline again. We talked for a bit as she packed up her things to head home to her hubby and kids. When Aera walked in, she said hello, then walked Caroline to the entry and said good night, closing and locking the door behind her.

Aera and I went through our usual banter, asking each other how we were doing as we walked back to her massage room. She asked how my hammies and glutes felt, and I told her they felt really good. She smiled at that and then asked if I wanted a quick rubdown before we got into the new stretching techniques. I told her I didn't think I needed one as I undressed.

Aera smiled as she laid out the pad and covered it with a sheet. I'd deliberately worn my Jade thong, which barely covers my labia, just to get a reaction from Aera. I wax, due to swimming and biking. I hate shaving and prefer being bare down there. Normally, the panties I wear cover more, so this was something special for tonight.

When Aera stood to get her scrunchie, she noticed but didn't say anything. I lay down with my head resting on the rolled towel that Aera remembered to place there for me. I turned to watch as she removed her kimono, her back towards me. When she turned around, I swallowed hard, admiring her choice of lingerie. This time it covered less and was scarlet. It looked so good on her. Complimenting her tattoo and contrasting with her black hair.

I was tingling as she knelt beside me. Aera began explaining what she was going to do as I gazed at her breasts, trying not to stare. I heard her mention oil, and she paused before she asked to remove my thong, only because she didn't want to get oil on it. She'd remove her lingerie also for the same reason. Then she said she'd forgotten about that part when she dressed this morning.

I told her it was fine and that I trusted her. They were Agent Provocateurs, and I'd hate to ruin them. I was in a special mood this morning and decided to wear them. I also mentioned I didn't know she was going to use oil this time.

Aera smiled, then moved between my legs as I raised my ass so she could slip me out of it. Her expression didn't change as she gently lowered my expensive underwear and set them aside. My heart was racing watching her, and I hoped she didn't notice I was already moist down there.

With my thong resting off to the side of the pad, Aera reached back to unhook her bra. My eyes were glued to her breasts as she took her time unhooking it. It seemed like she took her time, her eyes focused on me as she slipped her tattooed arm from the strap and then the other. Once her breasts were free, I couldn't help but bite my lower lip. Her barbells were absent, and in their place were two small gold hoops. Aera's breasts were full and looked absolutely perfect as she placed her bra with my thong and then slipped off her panties.

I noticed she was bare also, as she once again moved to place it with the rest of our things. Then she playfully slapped her head and told me she'd forgotten to get the oil. I told her it was fine, I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. She giggled, then got up, walked past me, as my eyes followed her, focusing on her tight ass.

I didn't watch the entire time she was getting the oil, not wanting to stare, and it was an awkward position anyway. When Aera returned, she squeezed lines of the warm liquid on my quads and began working it in.

It wasn't long before I felt warm from the oil and could smell the aroma. I asked what she was using, and Aera replied that it was Ylang-Ylang. She'd never used it before and thought I might enjoy it. I told her it smelled divine, and she smiled and told me she was glad I liked it.

With my legs and part of my pelvis all oiled up. Aera applied some to herself as I watched. As she was applying it, she reminded me this session was going to be a little more intense than the other, and if I was uncomfortable or something hurt, to let her know. I reassured Aera that I would, as she began using both hands to rub my right leg.

She scooted closer, using her right hand on the outer part and her left on the inner. Aera began with a little pressure and then gradually increased it as she worked her hands from my knees to my groin. Her breasts were so close to my knee that sometimes they brushed against me as she moved towards my pelvis. When she realized that was happening, Aera paused and apologized. I told her that things happen as she smiled and got back to work.

She must have done that about twenty times or so, I wasn't counting. I was just watching her as she moved, enjoying the show. Then she switched legs and repeated the massage. After she finished with it, she asked again, and I told her I was doing okay.

Then Aera blushed and said, "This is where it was going to get intense." I told her to go for it, which made her giggle as she moved into the position over my thigh like the last time. Only this time, she draped my leg over her shoulder and moved so our genitalia were close to touching. Before she started moving, she asked if I was comfortable with her position. I told her she was okay and to go ahead.

Aera grinned and said, “Thank you, Rayne. I think you're going to like this.”

I smiled, replying, “You're the boss, do your worst.”

Aera giggled, then replied, "I like your attitude, Rayne. I'll do my best, rest assured, sweetie."

I think that was the first time she'd called me sweetie, and I actually liked it. Then I watched as Aera began rubbing herself against me. It took her a few moments, but then she found the right angle, and my eyes went wide. Oh my God! I could feel her rubbing against my clit with most of her upward thrusts. Aera noticed my expression and asked how I was doing in between her pushes.

All I could say was, 'WOW!'

She grinned as she continued her undulations, and the little tingle between my legs I felt the week before expanded throughout my body.

Aera smiled as she said, "Feels good, doesn't it, baby? I've been wanting to do this with you since we first met."

I blushed as I replied, “It feels amazing, Aera. To be honest, I love watching you do it too.”

Aera purred, "I'm so glad you love watching me too. If you want, we can switch positions later so I can watch your sweet body on me. Would you be okay with that, baby?"

My eyes were closed, enjoying the sensations Aera was providing me. I mumbled a quick, "Anything you want, Aera. I'm loving this."

Aera giggled as she replied, “You're such a good girl, Rayne. Let me know when you're close, sweetie. I don't want you to cum just yet, okay?”

I mumbled, “Yes, ma'am. I'll let you know.”

Aera purred again, “Such a good girl.”

I replied in my dream state, “Thank you, Aera. I feel soooo good.”

Aera pressed harder and slower as she replied, “I feel good too, baby. But I want to taste your sweetness. Will you let me do that?”

All I could do was nod and say, “Anything for Aera.”

Aera responded, “Yes, baby. You're doing so good. I bet you taste divine. Are you close, my love?”

I nodded, “Yes, so close. Mmmm. So close.”

Aera eased up as I opened my eyes, unsure of what I was doing. She moved off of me as I watched, then slipped next to me on my left. Her hand slid over my left breast, then moved to my right, where she used her fingertips to play with my nipple. Then she leaned in and we kissed. Long, slow, sloppy, tongue-twisting, and delicious.

I moaned into her mouth as Aera pinched and pulled my nipple while our tongues danced. The kiss seemed to last a very long time, and I was slightly disappointed when her lips left mine. But Aera continued kissing my cheeks, then my neck, and down past my breasts to my tummy. She paused, moving over me, then easing herself between my legs as I looked down at her, my finger in my mouth, anticipating her next move.

She kissed my oily inner thighs, licked them a few times, then told me I had the most delicious aroma. I giggled as she stuck out her tongue and pressed it over my lips. My body shuddered as Aera began tracing me with the tip of her tongue. I gripped the sheet covering the pad, pulling it up as far as it could stretch.

All I could say was, “Oh Fuck!!”

Aera then used her thumb and fingertips to spread my labia and insert her tongue. She began devouring me, and I'm not exaggerating. She was using her tongue on me like no one before her. I squirmed, purred, said naughty words, and told Aera she was driving me crazy. She paused between licks and said, "Good-crazy, I hope, babydoll."

I nodded and replied, “Oh yes, a very good crazy.”

She giggled and continued having her way with my vagina until I couldn't take it anymore. I told her I was ready, and Aera intensified her efforts, bringing me to the most intense orgasm of my life. My body shook, and my eyes rolled back in my head as Aera moved back and used her hands to softly caress me in my moments of bliss.

I heard her say, "That's my good girl. You needed this baby, and I'm so glad you let me give it to you."

When I calmed down, I rose on my elbows and looked Aera in the eyes. I smiled as I said, "I did need this, Aera. God, I never thought I'd let a woman do that to me. But you. How could I refuse you?"

Aera grinned, “I've waited for just the right time, good girl. Your hamstrings provided the opportunity and, well, I took a chance. Are you mad?”

I laughed. "Mad? You're kidding me. I'm elated, to be honest. You have an amazing tongue. I've never been able to figure out if you liked boys or girls or both. Not that it mattered. But, right now, I like that you like girls."

Aera smiled, “Come here, good girl. I want you to taste yourself on my lips.”

I giggled, then replied as I crawled over to her, "You like calling me good girl, don't you?"

Aera replied, “I do, because you are and you're MY good girl. Does that bother you?”

Just before we kissed, I told her, "Not at all. It's kinda cute and I guess I am a good girl."

Aera whispered, "You are, baby, and don't ever change."

We kissed as we sat, and eventually I pressed Aera back to lie on the pad with me over her. When we looked into each other's eyes, I noticed Aera was smiling. Then she said, "Explore my body, good girl, I know you want to. I saw it when you watched me disrobe last week. Take your time, we have plenty of time tonight."

I grinned and asked, “I was that obvious, huh?”

Aera replied, “Yep, it wasn't subtle at all, baby.”

I blushed, then kissed her lips one more time, tasting myself again on them. Then I kissed and licked my way down her neck, her shoulders, and lower to her breasts and the little hoops in her nipples. I'd never had a woman's nipple in my mouth before. I'd played with some of the guys I'd dated; some thought it was weird when I suckled them, others enjoyed it. Now I had Aera's full breasts to play with, and I took advantage of the opportunity.

I licked, suckled, nursed, squeezed them, toyed with her hoops with my tongue, and delighted in how she felt in my mouth. Aera praised me and told me how delicious I was making her feel. Her words just encouraged me and helped me build up my confidence before I decided to kiss and lick my way lower on her.

Aera didn't say anything when I licked her under her boobs, then spent time kissing and licking those tight abs. I was absolutely fascinated with them and could have played with them and her breasts for a lot longer, but in the back of my mind, I knew it was getting late.

Since I'd tasted my juices on Aera's lips, I knew I wouldn't gag if I went down on her. So, I eased my way below those abs and spent a little time playing with her belly button piercing before going lower.

Aera was moaning and telling me how good she was feeling as my tongue licked its way down her pelvic area. I paused before kissing her labia, just looking at it. Aera asked if I was okay, and I didn't have to do anything that I was uncomfortable with. I told her I knew that and I was just admiring her. I'd never been this close to another woman before, and I was just thinking how pretty she was.

Aera giggled and told me I was too sweet for words. I looked back up at her, smiled, then lowered my face and began making love to her. I knew what I liked, so I did to Aera what she did to me and sort of explored a bit before focusing on her clitoris. I heard her words, calling me her good girl again, and that I was doing great. Her moans and the way her body reacted to my feeble efforts told me she wasn't lying.

I was actually enjoying pleasing Aera; she had a taste similar to mine, and as I gained more confidence in my abilities, Aera's moans grew louder as her body responded. I took my time trying different angles, speeds, and positions while Aera squirmed under me. I was happily licking and kissing away when I felt my lover's hand on my head. I heard her whisper, "Focus, baby. I want to cum for you, good girl."

So, I did just that, concentrating my efforts where she directed me. Soon, Aera released my head, telling me that was the spot. I looked up over her body to briefly watch as she kneaded both breasts with her hands and played with her nipples. Then I closed my eyes and concentrated on getting her off. I sucked, licked, and toyed with her clit until Aera reminded me to focus once again.

I was a bad girl for diverting my attention, but it didn't last long as I returned to her spot and brought Aera to an orgasm. She bucked and thrashed about on the pad as I watched, softly caressing her legs. When the waves slowed, Aera beckoned me to join her. We kissed and cuddled for a long time until I heard a text ping on my phone. We both looked up at the clock on the wall and were surprised that it was close to nine. We'd been playing around for two hours, which seemed to just fly by.

We kissed one last time before we dressed. I asked where we were going from here, and Aera said we'd talk about it during my next session. I knew it was late, but I had a million questions to ask her. I told her that sounded good as we walked out front. We kissed again, then I left for home. I thought about our time together until I got home and ate something before showering and getting in bed. That's when I recalled the ping on my phone and grabbed it from my nightstand to see what it was.

Much to my surprise, it was Melody. She was apologizing for not staying in touch and wanted to know if we could meet for coffee or lunch sometime, or maybe for a swim. I noticed she didn't include Aera like in all our other texts. I didn't reply because it was late and I needed to get up early. But it did keep me from getting to sleep right away. Well, her text and the questions about Aera and me kept me awake. But the delicious dreams I had once I fell asleep more than made up for the loss.