SpaA Story by Broken Hearted FauxSpa By:
Lexy House
Keep your hands to
yourself? Please, that rule was so hard to control with how many ladies I found
myself staring at through the steam of the sauna. There had to have been at
least one of every color and race, shape and size in the same room as me. One
in particular caught my eye, and my staring grew more intent as she tried to
find a place to sit, wrapped in her towel. I bit furiously at
my lip, gnawing with curiosity to know what lay underneath it. Would it be a
gorgeous sexy body? Maybe a little chunky? Or heavens, be that slim, sleek,
tanned body with just a little pudge? My body shivered at the thought of that,
nearly drooling in my spot. Without much luck
after the few minutes, the woman looked frustrated, and I had managed to make
room for her to sit beside me as I waved her over. She had a look of pure bliss
once she noticed I was waving her over, and she bounced over to squeeze in,
black curly hair bouncing with her. Up close, I
noticed her rich mocha skin as she pulled her towel down and off her shoulders.
The girl was spot on to being the slim, sleek body of a model, but had a
"model flaw" of having the little pudge that drove my nerves wild.
Her eyes were a soft, mist grey, added a level to her mysterious, bouncy personality.
Her grin dazzled
me. The white pearls a stark contrast from her skin. "Hello
there," Her voice reminded me of Tyra Banks, "I'm Mandisa. Staring, my tongue
was in a knot, "I'm Pynsey..." "Pynsey?" I gasped at my
screw up and brought my palm to my face. "I'm Lindsay. Lindsay
Parks." "Ohhh."
She giggled at my blushing face and grinned at me. "Nice to meet you,
Pynsey." Rolling my eyes, I
mumbled a curse under my breath. "Lin?
Hello?" It had taken me a
few moments to realize she had asked me a question. "Yes?" I
kept the shakiness out of my voice the best I could muster. Her laugh turned
me into puddles of goo. "Do you always stare at women's chests when you
talk to them?" Her question hit
me hard, and I had to take a moment to recover my thoughts and breathe. Unfortunately,
"Just the really pretty ones." was the only thing to slip out of my
mouth. Both of us turned
out heads away, faces beat red. In the flustered state I was, I internally
scolded myself and tried to recover from the constant flirting I was doing with
the complete stranger next to me. Not only with my words, but my eyes as well.
Damn, why did I have to stare? I knew both of us
had tried to make conversation with the other ladies, but none seemed
interested or were half asleep and mumbled nonsense through the towels over
their faces. And soon Mandisa and I were the only ones left to sweat together
in the sauna. The coals still
burned even after us being in there for so long. Mandisa made no attempt to
look my way, poking at the coals with the ladle of water. I was biting my
tongue to prevent any more embarrassing mess-ups. "Well,"
She spoke up with a sigh, "I believe it's time I get going." Her words sent my
brain into overdrive, sparking my nerves to act on their own. Hands shaking,
they grabbed at her towel as she stood to leave, and ended up dragging her down
atop me. Scarlet red, my cheeks burned while I tried to let go, but my hands
would not obey. Her mist grey eyes
were somewhat playful and somewhat shocked. Her mocha skin played well against
my cream tone. We were the perfect latté. Her towel slid
gently off her backside, onto the floor, revealing the rest of the masterpiece
to me. Blinking in wonder, my eyes took the only chance they had to soak in
what hovered above me. The perfect, glistening skin of Mandisa. "Pynsey, you
could've just asked for me to stay," She grinned. I watched her dark
lips move as she talked, licking my own. And then I did it.
I smashed my lips into hers, licking and sucking her bottom lip in delight. The best part? She kissed me
back, purring harmoniously with my kisses as I left long trails down her neck
and shoulders. Deviously, I left dark hickeys on her neck, nails clawing
playfully at her back as I met her lips with mine again. After a solid hour
of making out and pawing at the other, her eyes met mine, leaving me ecstatic
for seconds, but silent. Her lips drew away slowly, in a teasingly manner that
made me want to beg. And lord, would I have begged my soul out. Resting her forehead to mine, she grinned © 2013 Broken Hearted FauxAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on November 9, 2013 Last Updated on November 9, 2013 AuthorBroken Hearted FauxSalt Lake City, UTAboutHello, the name's Lexy I've been on and off from Writerscafe between life and inspiration. I was once a dedicated writer, always with a pencil in my hand and a notebook by my side no matter whe.. more..Writing
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