1 comments/ 10853 views/ 2 favorites Mariana Ch. 05: NYC Massage By: elgemowtf "What's next?" Mariana asked. "Good question," Derek answered. He felt no rush to go anywhere. The bask of his pleasure washed over him in gentle waves. Each was just an echo of the delight from earlier in the afternoon. Mariana was snuggled against him and all was right with the world. They lay like that, just chatting about nothing in particular, for the better part of the hour. The sun had set and the room was dimly lit by the outside lights coming in through the balcony glass doors. Mariana suddenly asked Derek, "What time is it?" Derek was loathe to look at his watch. It would involve releasing her from his arms. He tried to roll her over enough to see the time, but he had to let her go. He sighed. "It's 5:30," Derek said. "Crap," she said. Mariana rolled over, fully releasing herself. Derek watched her naked form with admiration. He had not yet taken this sight for granted. It made his erection spring to life again. He reached for her arm and tugged her, willing her to lay back down again. "Do you remember that dinner I told you about? The one for the conference? That's tonight." Mariana said. "Oh," Derek said, still trying to get her to come lay back down. "When does that start?" Mariana appeared torn. Her face betrayed her temptation to crawl back into bed with him. The biting of her lip as she worked though the conflict was very cute. She sighed, "It starts at 6:30. I have to get ready and grab a cab. Sorry, cutie, but you are going to have to let me go." He released her arm. Mariana said, "You cannot come to dinner. I have known some of these people for years. They know me and my situation. A couple are even friends with my husband. It would not do to have you fingering me under the table while eating with them." She grinned. "Would I do that?" Derek said, an innocent expression on his face. "Oh, please," she laughed, "of course you would." "Sigh, I guess I will just hang out in the hotel," Derek said. She bent down and kissed him gently on the lips. "But, I promise to make it up to you later," she said. "Oh?" Derek said, his eyebrows raising. "Yes..." Mariana said, her voice dropping in pitch. "Think of something we can do that fulfills one of your fantasies. I'll do WHATEVER you like." Derek's cock twitched. "That's giving me a whole lot of rope, Mariana. Are you sure you can handle what I come up with?" She met his eyes and gave him a naughty smile. "I trust you, sweetie." Derek rose from the bed and gave her a deep hug. His erection jutted out from his body, smashing into her as he pulled her close. "Mmmm, let me think about that." Mariana strutted towards the bathroom, her naked ass swaying from side-to-side. Derek wolf whistled at her and the sway became even more pronounced. She turned on the water for the shower, not closing the door between them. She called out, "You do that." And then she stopped into the shower. Derek watched as she washed herself. She seemed to spend extra time lathering her breasts and pussy. The steam from the hot water was wafting through the air. It made the sight even hotter in Derek's eyes, as lingerie often does by concealing just enough to whet the appetite. Mariana stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. She was concentrating on the task so did not see Derek's gaze. He watched as her breasts bounced lightly when she dried her back and hair. It was like he was a peeping her and it made him horny again. She went to the closet and pulled out her outfit. It was a conservative blouse and long skirt. It was a professional outfit. She grabbed a pair of underwear and her bra and soon was dressed. A quick brush and a blow dry of her hair, and she was ready to roll out. She walked past Derek and picked up the hotel phone, dialing 0. "Can you call a cab for me?" She paused. "Thank you," and she hung up the phone. He nuzzled her neck as she hung up the phone. She closed her eyes and let him hug her from behind. He started whispering in her ear. "You are going to think about me through the ENTIRE dinner," he felt up her ass through her skirt. Her heart fluttered with the touch. He rotated around her, keeping his hands on her ass. "In fact, I think it will drive you," he knelt down in front of her, pausing slightly, "to distraction." Mariana watched as Derek lifted her skirt. She tussled his brown hair and said, "Derek, I have to go." He ignored her. Mariana read her watch, she only had a few minutes to get downstairs. But she momentarily lost her awareness of time altogether as she felt a caress of her clit with something slightly rough and wet. It was an amazing feeling. A realization hit her: Derek was licking her through her panties, his tongue pushing the cotton material against her clit. It was so deliciously naughty and delightful that she closed her eyes and let him. Her eyes snapped open when she felt his tongue trace the line of fabric for her panties. She crouched down, breaking the contact and tugging him upward. She grabbed him in a deep hug, craning her head and giving him a deep kiss. Her juices were all over him. "Ugh, that feels incredible," Mariana said. "But I really have to go." She walked across the room and grabbed her purse off the nightstand. Her panties were soaked. The cotton had absorbed his saliva and her juices. It was no use, she had to change. Mariana reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off. Derek gave her a curious smile. "They are drenched, I have to put on new ones." She walked toward her luggage, but Derek intercepted her. "That skirt is long enough, just go without." Mariana was already running late now and he was right, the skirt was pretty long. But, there were people she knew at this dinner practically all of her adult life. Women she had gone to college with and a host of others. The idea of going into that situation without underwear was scary. She peered at Derek. He was giving her his best fuck-me eyes. "That would turn you on?" she asked. "Mmmm hmmm," Derek said, "especially when I imagine you sitting at dinner, no panties, shaved pussy, thinking about our day so far." Her nipples hardened under her shirt. Still she hesitated. Her imagination started to get the best of her though. The naughty sensation of sitting there, knowing her dirty secret. Derek came closer, wrapping his arms around her one last time. He kissed from her shoulder, up her neck, and breathed in her ear, "Tonight you are going to think about me. You will imagine me doing all sorts of dirty things to you, and it will make this," his hand strayed down to pet her down below through the thin fabric, "wet. You will find yourself longing for it, needing it. Maybe you will even secretly rub yourself before the night was over." The thought made her nearly breathless. She knew she longed for it right now. But she really had to go! She gave Derek a small peck on the cheek and literally jogged out the door, breaking contact and leaving before she had a chance to change her mind. She left with a huge grin on her face. "Besides, compared to the bookstore, this is nothing," she thought. - As Derek watched Mariana leave the hotel room, he was sorely tempted to run down the hall after her and drag her back to bed, but he resisted the thought. Instead, he gathered his clothing and started to wonder where he was going to eat tonight. There are so many good options in New York, but he was tired from traveling into the city and the vigorous exercise. He walked down the same stairwell that he and Mariana had used coming up. He grinned when he passed the spot where he had pinned her against the wall. His walk became just a bit stilted as he remembered the feel of her pussy against his hand, how his fingers slipped so easily inside her. When he reached the hotel lobby, he saw a bar / restaurant that hung off the other side. He was not in the mood to go out for food, so that seemed perfect for his purposes. He entered and noticed it was fairly crowded. The host quoted him a fifteen minute wait or gave him the option of sitting at the bar immediately. Since Derek was alone and hungry, he chose the latter. He found a few empty stools at the end and planted himself at the end. The bartender eventually noticed Derek and provided a menu upon request. He took his order, a simple burger and fries plus a soda. Derek people watched for a bit, living in the moment for once rather than burying himself in Facebook or Words with Friends on his smart phone. A flash of long auburn hair caught his attention. The long hair, the elegant blue dress, the heels... Derek racked his brain, trying to remember where he saw her. He must have been staring, as she caught his eye and approached him. Suddenly, Derek pictured the woman in a red dress and he knew. She was the same hot chick that had been in the stairwell earlier today. Did she recognize him? Is that why she was coming this way? The woman strutted. She oozed sex appeal. The dress was tight and the material thin, showing off a fantastic body underneath. Her arms went up to her hair and tossed it briefly. She knew the effect she was having on the men she passed and clearly enjoyed it. She stopped and climbed onto the adjacent stool. The bartender seemed to materialize from thin air and a glass of wine was pressed her way. Clearly, she was known here. Her lips opened and she took a small sip of her drink, it was all very sexy somehow. "Do I know you?" She asked Derek, turning her head towards him and acknowledging his appreciative gaze. Her voice was low and silky. Derek's cock twitched hearing it. "Umm...," he said, smoothly. She leaned in a little, getting a good look at his face. The view from Derek's angle was fantastic. He tried not to ogle her breasts as her neckline gaped open. From the knowing grin growing on the woman's face, he failed. "Ah ha!" she said, leaning back, her voice full of triumph. "I saw you on the stairs this afternoon at the end of my..." Her voice trailed off and she sipped her drink. She did not continue her interrupted sentence. Derek's curiosity grew. Derek sighed. "Yep, that was me." He would normally be embarrassed at such a revelation, but the smell of her perfume, her sexy form, her voice, were all combining to throw him completely off his game. "Kara," she said, holding out her hand. Derek shook it and introduced himself. She seemed to pause in thought for a moment. And then she nodded, coming to some inner decision. "Derek," she purred, making her voice even lower and sexier, if that were possible, "I can fit you into my schedule tonight if you need more company. That is, if you are 'up' for it." Derek was caught completely flat-footed. His mouth hung open and his mind raced. Did she just propose what he thought she proposed? It sounded blatantly obvious to him, but he did not want to jump to conclusions. "I'm not exactly sure what you mean." Kara leaned into him, her breast pressing into his bicep and her voice dropping. "I mean," she said, "that we can go up to your room and fuck. Is that clear enough for you?" Derek was floored. He had never met someone so bold before. A certain growing pride filled him. This woman wanted him. Maybe he was giving off sexy vibes! He sipped his coke and nearly choked, coughing a bit before recovering enough to answer. "I don't know what to say," he began. "I'm flattered, really, but I am with someone this weekend. Plus, I don't even know you." Kara appeared confused for a second. "That girl you were pawing in the stairwell. She was not a working girl?" Derek stared. A working girl? And then suddenly it dawned on him. The outfit, the sex appeal, the come on, the mussed hair earlier... This woman was a prostitute! And she thought that Mariana was also. Remembering Mariana's outfit yesterday, Derek could understand why. "No," Derek said, chuckling a bit, "Mariana is not a working girl, though I take it that you are." His chuckling turned into a silent laughter as he fully grasped the scope of the mixup. When he thought how proud he felt that this sexy woman wanted to fuck him, his laughter gathered steam. Kara did not quite know what to make of Derek's behavior. But his laughter was infectious and she started to chuckle also. When Derek told her between laughing fits about his utter confusion, she started to laugh with him. They both guffawed until their sides hurt and tears streamed down Derek's face. Derek recovered first. "Let me buy you a drink, Kara. If that is your real name." She shook her head, "Nope." And they both started to laugh again. Derek's food arrived and he ate while Kara sipped her second glass of wine. They each grinned at each other, not daring to meet each other's eyes for fear of cracking up again. An idea started to form in his mind. He recalled that Marianna had given him a lot of rope in making one of his fantasies come true. He really liked this woman, she was fun and sexy. He practiced what he was going to ask, running over in his mind, until he was satisfied. "Kara, what are you doing tomorrow morning?" Kara grinned knowingly at Derek. "My schedule is free in the morning. What did you have in mind?" Derek told her. Her eyes lit up a bit. He went on for a good ten minutes and she gave him her full attention. Kara beamed her pearly whites at him. "Sounds like fun to me. Just so you know, I am tested every two weeks and always insist my clients practice safe sex. That means no intercourse without a condom. That may not be an issue this time," she grinned at Derek, "but you never know what could happen if you change the plan." Derek agreed. "And you have no problem with all parts of the plan?" "Absolutely none," she touched his arm, stroking his skin down to his hand. Just that touch made his erection throb inside his pants. "In fact, I look forward to it." - Mariana waited just inside the hotel lobby doors. She paced just a bit nervously waiting for the cab to arrive. Second thoughts started to creep in to her thinking. "Today was pretty hot," she thought, "but that was like living in a little fantasy bubble. I know these people. What would they think if they found out?" Her pacing increased speed, the cab was late. She glanced over at the bank of elevators. A couple of them were sitting open. "OK, I'll just go up and grab a pair of panties. I can always stuff them in my pocket and put them on if I get freaked." She took a tentative step back toward their room. She heard a beep behind her. A yellow cab had pulled level with the hotel, double parked. Mariana paused a fraction of a second, thinking of going back upstairs. But, cabs in New York wait for no one. It would leave and she would be horribly late waiting for another. So she ran to the hotel door, and as the bellman opened it, she stepped outside. A brisk wind blew by, whipped up to a reasonable fraction of a small gale by the closeness of the buildings. Her skirt flew up, the light material catching the breeze and billowing outward. Mariana had to grab the material quickly to prevent it from revealing everything underneath. She saw a tall gentleman watch her struggle with her skirt, a grin on his face. Quickly, she entered the cab, gathering her skirt under her as she climbed in the back. It surprised her to realize she was wet down there. Had her near accidental exposure to the tall stranger turned her on? She played back her memory and she had to admit that it did. When she managed to get her skirt under control with the wind, the temptation was to lift it deliberately. "What has gotten into me?" Mariana thought, but she had to direct the cab driver to her destination, so she did not dwell on the changes that had driven her to expose more of herself. Once again she wondered where it would lead, but the thought excited her more than the worry. It was not a long drive in terms of distance. Barely two miles. If she had not been running late and dressed up, she would have walked it. In a blink, they reached their destination. The taxi arrived at a small Italian restaurant. Considering the size of the party they were having, they must have the entire establishment for the night. She was impressed. She paid the cab driver his money. He was a handsome darker man, with a Middle Eastern accent of some variety. His manner was professional and courteous. In fact, after she tipped him generously, he came around to her door and opened it for her. "What a nice guy," she thought. Mariana exited the cab, taking care to gather her skirt again. The driver stared at her exposed legs, bare only below the knee. She felt complimented by his gaze and strutted just a little, holding her skirt fabric tighter than she needed to make it hug her ass. The actions made her feel sexy, especially when she checked back over her shoulder and saw him watching, his mouth hanging open. She started to wonder what would happen if she hiked the fabric up when she heard a familiar voice. "Mariana!" she heard her name called out, and she saw a woman she went to school with. They hugged and each started talking at the same time, making a jumble of conversation. Mariana glanced back and noticed the cab departing. The buzz she felt from the driver's obvious appreciation had eradicated the nervousness she had felt earlier. The restaurant was quite charming. It was an establishment with most of the staff hired from a large extended family of Italian immigrants. The couple that started it, a middle-aged pair, was still actively involved in the cooking and workings, even though it was clearly successful enough to hire whoever they wanted to run it. Since the conference had the entire place tonight, the matron spent a lot of time asking people if there was anything special they could do for us. Mariana spent some time searching for old friends, talking with some she had not encountered in years. There were quite a few powerful people in the group. Some that were at the executive level in their companies, a few running their own small businesses, and the occasional person of inherited wealth. It was great to find so much success. The women in the group that had risen to the top made Mariana especially proud. It was a wonderful dinner, a meal with lots of pasta and red sauce followed by classic Italian desserts such as cannoli and tiramisu. Mariana enjoyed it quite a bit, but found herself wistfully thinking about her day. Just as Derek predicted, it made her moisten again, especially when she remembered how she was going commando tonight. She had trouble concentrating on conversation after that, constantly daydreaming about returning to the hotel. Her hand even strayed down to her lap and pushed gently downward. It was an exhilarating feeling. People started to leave and the promises to keep in touch were made, although no one actually expected they would be kept. Mariana hustled to catch a taxi back to the hotel, longing to extract as much time with Derek as possible. Normally, she would have perhaps hung out a bit longer, but she was anxious to get back. - Mariana returned to the hotel late. She climbed the stairs, stopping to smile at "their" landing. When she arrived at the room, she slid the keycard into the lock, no problem doing so this time, and walked inside. A light was on to the left of the bed and Derek was sitting under the covers reading a novel. He put a bookmark in and laid it on the nightstand. Derek said, "It has been a long day. Get ready for bed and come in. I have a surprise for you tomorrow morning." He grinned at her. "How was dinner?" "It was OK," Mariana replied. "Tiring." She stretched, lifting her arms and covering her mouth as she suppressed a yawn. "Did you think about me while you were gone?" Derek asked. Mariana Ch. 05: NYC Massage Mariana's eyes sparkled, "Of course I did. I was sitting in a crowded restaurant, full of old friends, wearing nothing under my skirt. When the conversation lulled for any reason, I remembered our day. I got so wet that I worried about a stain on the back." She pulled off her clothes, not a strip tease, just a matter-of-fact undressing. A short camisole went over her naked body, barely reaching down to cover her ass. Derek watched her the entire way and she grinned at him, letting him know that she appreciated his admiration. A quick brushing of the teeth and a trip to the bathroom, and she was in bed with him, snuggling up against his body. She noticed immediately he was wearing nothing under the covers. "So, what is this surprise?" Mariana asked him, stroking his erect penis. "If I told you, that would not be much of a surprise, would it?" He laughed. They lay like that for a good long while, her listening to his heart beat. He would occasionally run his fingers down her back and grab her naked ass. It was cozy so they each nodded off. Derek woke up just enough to wish her a good night and to turn off the lamp. - Mariana slept on her side, facing away from Derek. She was sleeping soundly when she felt a hand reach between her legs, cupping her pussy. The fingers spread her lips and dipped inside, first landing on her clit and then reaching down and penetrating her vagina. Before she was fully awake, her body was on fire. And then she felt something blunt and thick at the opening and suddenly it was inside of her. Derek breathed in her ear, "You are so warm and inviting, I could not resist." And then he was fucking her. Long, slow strokes, in and out. It was a languid, sleepy feeling for both of them. He was not going fast and furious, but slow and deep. Mariana's sleepiness was quickly evaporating. His hands spread her cheeks, when he slapped against her this time, she could feel his balls against her bare lips. It was a lovely feeling and she pushed her ass backward each time. His pace increased, his breathing coming faster. Derek hugged her hard and stopped, leaving himself buried inside of her. A couple of short strokes followed. It was a half-hearted thrusting and the warmth of their bodies made them comfortable. They stayed like that until he lost his erection, slipping out of her. Neither had come, but they both felt satisfied anyway. Still, his arms engulfed her and they managed to sleep in that position. - The day dawned, the sun streaming into the room. Mariana was the first to wake up, releasing herself from Derek's grasp reluctantly so that she could take care of business. When she returned, Derek was standing up, holding out his arms. She gladly stepped into them, getting the nice firm hug she adored. She remembered the action in the middle of the night. It seems they now had unfinished business to take care of. She started to kneel on the bed, thinking to work on that right away. Mariana was disappointed when there was a knock at the door. She walked to her dresser and grabbed a robe. Derek went into the bathroom, his cock swinging back and forth, sporting a bit of a strut and wiggle. She opened the door when she saw the bathroom door close. A beautiful redhead with a curvaceous body answered. Mariana could not help it, she checked her out from head to toe. Cute brownish red shoes with a modest inch heal, a tight pair of yoga pants that hugged her, a sporty blouse with a zipper running down the front. And wow, this woman had it going! Mariana met the woman's eyes again. "Um, may I help you?" Mariana asked. She was a bit flustered. "Hi, I'm Kara," she paused, almost like she was expecting that to mean something. "Oh, do I have the right room?" Mariana watched as Kara gave her the once over. The penetrating way she did so made Mariana close the robe just a little tighter. Derek walked out wearing just a bath towel. "Yes, Kara, you are in the right place." Kara was relieved. "Oh good. Please hold the door for a second." She walked out into the hall and grabbed a good sized bag. She picked it up, displaying more strength than looked possible for such a small woman. Mariana held the door as she came into the room and set the bag down. Mariana was watching this wondering "What the heck?" Kara unzipped the large duffel, bending over to start pulling things out. Her ass was plush and the pants were tight. "So, who is first?" Kara asked, glancing over her shoulder and catching Mariana eyeing her butt. Mariana got red in the face. Derek let Mariana off the hook. "Mariana, this is my surprise. Kara is a massage therapist that does house calls. I met her at the bar last night and arranged for us both to have one." Mariana finally understood. That was really sweet. She watched as Kara set up the table (so that what was in the huge bag), unfolding it and extracting a set of oils, a small speaker, and even a couple of scented candles, which she lit and set near the table. With a tap of her phone, placid music played through the speakers. It was all done very professionally. Mariana caught Derek checking out the hot redhead. When he smiled at her, she felt a twinge of jealousy. "He's a big flirt," she thought. Derek spoke up, "I'll go first. Let me jump in the shower." He dumped the towel on the floor and walked naked to the bathroom. Mariana enjoyed the walk and checked to make sure Kara was OK with Derek's behavior. Kara was still setting up her space. If she had seen Derek walk across the room naked, she gave no indication. He did not close the door as he entered the shower and was clearly visible through the shower door. After showering, Derek toweled off and sauntered back over, wearing only a towel. By this time, Kara was ready with the table. She rolled down the blanket and told him to face downward, politely turning her head as he dropped the towel and climbed in. She then moved around to his head and massaged his scalp, oiling his hair. Derek relaxed visibly. When her hands started working his tight shoulders and neck, he groaned in appreciation. Mariana watched her work, propping herself up on the bed. "This is a good surprise," she thought. Kara worked Derek's whole back now, leaning her body over his, using her slick hands to slide down the length of his body. Mariana relaxed just watching it. Somehow her hands were sensual, her touch charged. Secretly, Mariana started to get turned on watching Derek's naked body, although covered, getting rubbed. Working her way around, Kara circled to Derek's legs and feet. He was somewhat ticklish, so she had to use a lot of pressure to keep him from bursting out in laughter. Her hands massaged from the outside of his legs, across the back, and to inside, each hand working independently, but meeting in a well practiced dance. From Mariana's vantage point, she could see nearly up the blanket covering Derek. When Kara mirrored the long strokes she had done on his back, they started from his ankles and ended just below his ass. Each stroke pushed the cover further, until it was barely covering it. Mariana wondered if Kara could see his balls at this point, but trusted in the woman's professionalism. Kara reached over and squirted more oil onto her hands. They ducked under the blanket and massaged his upper thighs and even some of his ass. Derek had his eyes closed, but his grin was wide. The touch was so sensual, nearly erotic, especially when on her return strokes Kara twisted her hand inward and down, dipping between his upper thighs. Mariana was watching intently, finding herself feeling two emotions simultaneously. The first one was jealousy, there was no denying it. She recognized the beginnings of arousal on Derek's face and it was not her that was doing it. The second was her own arousal, which was much more difficult to admit. If it were not for Derek's constant expansion of what she accepted as sexy, she could never have admitted it to herself. The massage paused for a moment as Kara took hold of the blanket, turned her head, and asked Derek to turn onto his back. Derek flipped over, scooting down so that he was not hanging off. Kara draped the covering back over him, but it was obvious from Mariana's viewpoint that he had an erection. Kara, to her credit, ignored it. She massaged his shoulders and chest, using a generous amount of lightly scented oil. Derek relaxed and his erection subsided slightly. But when Kara moved again to his legs, it grew again. Mariana could not help but stare at it, watching as it actually twitched a couple of times. The touch of this sexy redhead was electric now. Whereas before Mariana detected a latent sexuality from the woman, it was now oozing from her. Mariana checked Kara's chest again, and thought she saw two hard nubs. Each stroke of the woman's hands brought her chest further down towards the table and towards his throbbing erection. The hands climbed, reaching the top of his thighs and the woman was nearly horizontal, her head a scant few inches from his crotch. There was no way she could miss what her touch was doing. Mariana's two emotions flamed within her. Jealousy was winning out, however, and she was just about to object, especially when Kara's fingers traced the edge of the blanket, appearing to be about to dive under. The pattern was a large semi circle that started from his outer thigh, ran upward towards his cock, and then back again. Each iteration of this brought her closer, until there was a inch of fabric barely containing what was an obvious raging hard-on. Mariana was frozen, watching the action as if paralyzed. She was curious to see how far this would go, but she was also building up heat from both anger and arousal. "Umm," she began. Derek hopped onto the floor, his erection bobbing up and down. He made eye contact with Mariana and gave her a wink. He then walked across the room into the bathroom. Mariana watched him, her mouth hanging open. "Your turn," Derek said from the other room. Mariana checked Kara, who was arranging the table and oils again, not paying attention to her. She took a deep breath, calming down. The heat she felt started to fade and she was no longer angry. "It was probably my imagination anyway," she thought. Thinking back to how Derek acted, Mariana wanted to be as bold as him. She shrugged off her nightie and walked naked across the room. It felt exhilarating, especially when she felt Kara's eyes track her. She met Derek going back out of the bathroom, another towel wrapped around him. She kissed him and started to pass. Derek whispered, "Leave the door open, I want to watch." She blushed and headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Mariana could see that Derek was watching her lathering up her body. She washed slowly and seductively so that he would get a bit of a show. She fingered herself a little to get him turned on. Just then she noticed that Kara was also watching her, though she was not as obvious about it. She felt a combination of embarrassment and excitement. The water turned off, and Mariana emerged from the bathroom. She was completely naked, not even a towel covered her form as she strutted across the room. Derek had moved to the couch, still wearing a towel. His erection was tenting the fabric. The approval and lust in his eyes were rewards for her exhibition. Mariana hopped onto the table and slipped under the sheet. Kara moved over to her side. As with Derek, Kara slowly massaged Mariana's neck, shoulders, arms, and back. She had a steady rhythm that was very relaxing and Mariana started to doze. She must have drifted off a bit, for when Mariana next became aware of her surroundings, she could vaguely feel Kara rubbing the soles of her feet. Since Kara understood reflexology, as she pressed on the various parts, Mariana could feel tingling sensations in other parts of her body. It was strange, yet powerful. Kara worked her way up her calves and to her thighs. Mariana could feel her hands concentrate on the area where her ass met her thigh and slip down in between her thighs. Her fingers actually made contact briefly with her outer lips. It felt nice and made her quiver slightly, but also a little uncomfortable. Kara spent some more time on her legs, working her hands high up towards her ass. Twice more Mariana felt her ass being massaged and light contact on her shaved labia. Each time the contact was fleeting. Mariana was aroused and confused, wondering if she should be outraged or disappointed. "I need to use the bathroom," Kara announced. Mariana motioned Derek over as soon as the door closed. She kept her voice low. "Derek, she touched me twice... down there..." Mariana pointed towards her blanket covered behind. Derek ran his fingers under the fabric. "Here?," he asked, fondling her cute ass. "No, you know," she reddened slightly, "lower." His fingers dipped lower, sliding between her soaked lips. "You mean here?" he asked, with a special emphasis on the last word. The sensation of his touch made her momentarily forget what he was asking. "Um... oh... mmm... yes, exactly." Derek's touch lasted for a couple more seconds, driving Mariana to distraction. "I am sure it was just a mistake." He grinned at her. He lowered his voice even more. "Did you like it?" Mariana was just about to answer an emphatic, "no!" But, then she thought back and examined what she really felt, and she had to admit it was kind of hot. She looked down and nodded. Derek smiled broadly. Just then, Kara returned from the bathroom. "Sorry about that," she said. "Now, where were we? Oh yes." She held the blanket up again for Mariana, but did not turn her head. "Please turn over." Mariana flipped over and the blanket was smoothed back over her. Derek gave her hand one last parting squeeze and returned to the couch, but further down towards Mariana's feet. Meanwhile, Kara was massaging her shoulders and upper chest. The circles started small and then expanded to her shoulders, her neck, and the area just above her nipples. Mariana felt them get involuntarily hard. She closed her eyes and let herself relax, enjoying rather than fighting it. The touching stopped and then she felt the front of her calves being rubbed. Kara's hands worked their elaborate dance again, reaching up her thighs and downward and back again. Mariana felt her legs being tugged outward and she spread them slightly. Glancing over at Derek, she saw him crane his head and try to peer up her blanket dress. It made her chuckle to herself. The pressure of Kara's hands moved her legs apart enough for Mariana to wonder if her pussy was in view. That added to how the massage got higher and higher on her legs was making her head spin. Derek was watching intently, and she focused on him, which made her juices start to flow in earnest. She hoped Kara did not notice. When Kara switched to the other leg, she moved around so that her back was towards Derek. Mariana watched as he moved aside his towel and started stroking his rock hard erection. She raised her eyebrows at him, moving her eyes up towards Kara as if to say, "we are not alone", but he merely put his finger to his lips in a "shhh" gesture. Mariana briefly tensed, but Kara was still working her magic, and she melted with her touch. In fact, knowing Derek had his cock exposed combined with Kara's hands moving up her thigh was making Mariana extremely turned on. She started to anticipate when Kara left and they could be alone so that she could suck that cock. Licking her lips, she could picture it fully in her mind, her kneeling in front of the couch, taking it into her mouth... She sighed, picturing it vividly. Mariana felt a draft. She glanced down and the blanket was barely covering her pussy, her hips and upper thighs completely exposed. Her recollections of past therapists were always careful to drape the covering to avoid exposure. But, the sensation of her bare thighs being rubbed at the hips was exhilarating in her state. When Kara's hands pushed on her skin and moved up and outward, she could actually feel her pussy open slightly, and then close on the round trip. From the shave, that area was extremely sensitive, so it was quite a strong sensation. Mariana's covering was being tugged, until she felt her nipples exposed to the air. Normally, they were sensitive anyway, but now they were literally throbbing. She glanced down to confirm, and saw Kara glance at them also, then get back to business. As a frequent customer of massages, this had never occurred to Mariana: the therapist was always careful to keep all the naughty bits covered. It started a nagging worry in the back of her mind. That small worry exploded into a large one when the back of Kara's hand brushed against her pussy lips from the front. She could not be sure, but Mariana suspected that her bare vagina was no longer draped. That combined with how closely the oil soaked hands were to her sex started to panic Mariana slightly, and also to rev her arousal to the next level. Derek saw Mariana's near panicked expression and closed the distance between them, talking in a low voice near her ear. "It's OK, Mariana." Just these words made her relax enough to avoid a panic attack. He continued after a slight pause. "Before you left for you dinner, you promised to fulfill a fantasy of mine." Mariana nodded. She remembered. "Well, the one I chose is to watch a sexy woman get you off." Mariana looked between Derek and Kara, who did not seem perturbed by his words. "Do you still want to go through with it? Kara is more than willing. She does not take on many woman clients, but she said, and I quote, 'She's hot, I'd play along'." Mariana's heart raced. Kara continued her massage while she thought. The stroking felt just a bit more sexually charged, but she was not out of bounds. "I said I trust you, Derek," Mariana said. She was at eye level with Derek's midsection, so she saw his cock twitch in response. It was standing at attention. "I meant it." Derek gave a flourish to Kara as if to say "she is all yours", and returned to his spot on the couch, no longer bothering to hide his turgid state. Kara removed the blanket altogether and walked to her bag. She pulled out two objects, one which was clearly a vibrator, and one that looked like a small egg. She unzipped her top to her stomach, revealing that she wore nothing underneath, her breasts nearly bursting from the top. Squirting fresh oil onto her hands, she moved to Mariana's side, opposite Derek so that he had a full view. Mariana felt Kara take her breasts in her hand, which were slick with the oil. When she reached the sensitive nubs at the end, Mariana arched her back, gasping at how awesome that felt. At the same time, she was watching Derek, who was fisting his cock, pumping it up and down. The hands ran in large circles that spiraled inward, pulling at her nipples each time the fingers reached them. Kara's top also was struggling to contain her breasts as she did this, and Mariana could not help but stare at them. She felt rather than saw the vibrator turn on and touch her hip. Kara spread her legs even further. She started using the toy on the inside of Mariana's thighs and then slowly moved up and down the lips of her pussy and all the way back to the crack of her ass. This went on for a little while and she started to moan. Mariana felt her lips part and the very tip of the vibrator touch her clit, which made her thrash and grab the table. By now, her breathing was coming in swift gasps between loud "mmmm" and "aaa" noises. Watching Kara, she could see a bit of areola now as her top lost containment. Mariana could feel how wet she was and how her pussy lips were swelling with pleasure. Kara kept the vibrator moving from her clit to the opening of her cunt and back to the opening in her ass, and then back again. Another buzzing sensation, and Mariana noticed the egg shaped object was also a smaller vibrator. As the larger dildo vibrator started to enter her pussy, starting a distinct fucking sensation, the other one rested in that sensitive spot just below her pussy lips. Mariana Ch. 05: NYC Massage Kara's motions were precise, the vibrator moving in and out as the egg pressed against what must be a nerve cluster. Mariana could barely withstand the pleasure of the combination. And then she felt the egg against the opening of her anus. It was such a sensitive spot! The fucking of the large dildo continued and it started to pulse faster as Kara kicked it up a notch. Mariana was close now to orgasm. One of Kara's breasts had fallen out of the top, her erect nipple pointing downward, close to her hand. She had the impulse to grab and feel it, but resisted. Derek, however, brought her palm up, and she felt the plush mound in her hand. The breast she held was a surprising turn on to Mariana. When the small vibrator actually penetrated Mariana's ass and entered it, she start to cry out in pleasure. Derek stood up and moved closer, his hand now a blur on his cock. Mariana came hard, her whole body convulsing with the force of it. And then she was cumming again, and maybe another time as Kara held the dildo against Maria's clit, prolonging the sensation. Derek was grunting and said, "I'm going to cum." Mariana reached over and shoved his cock into her mouth as burst after burst exploded into her mouth. Derek whistled breath in and out, laboring to control the heights of his pleasure as Mariana sucked on his sensitive cock head. It was just at the edge of nerve overload and he marveled at how she swallowed every last drop. After Mariana came, Kara methodically zipped back up and packed up her things. Mariana watched as the sexy woman moved. She wondered what it would be like to take her to bed and touch her, maybe even lick her pussy. The images were highly erotic and turned her on, especially when she imagined Derek watching the action. "Am I bi?" she thought. She tried to picture what would happen if she were alone with Kara, and it did practically nothing for her. But as soon as she added Derek to the mix in her fantasy, it was a virtual meltdown between her legs. She realized that it was all about making his fantasy come true and how much that turned her on. So, she was not bisexual: she was just open to new experiences with him. But, she was tired and Derek was spent, so she let the immediate opportunity pass, feeling disappointed, but also relieved. There had been a lot of ground covered just now, no need to rush headlong into more! Kara opened the door and, looking back, and said, "That was fun! Anytime you guys are in town and want to spend more time together, give me a call. In fact, I will give you a discount next time." "Maybe I will," Mariana thought. - Derek and Mariana rode out of New York separately, parting at Grand Central where they had initially met less than twenty-four hours ago. It was hard to believe that so much had happened in such a short amount of time. They hugged and Derek playfully cupped Mariana's ass. She smiled up at him, waved, and watched him go, enjoying the departing view of him in his tight jeans. Mariana wondered what new adventures awaited them. Instead of dreading whether or not she could handle his crazy ideas, she actively looked forward to hearing what he came up with next and expanding her horizons.