Free A Woman's Touch by Laura Lovecraft

Chapter One
    I made the mistake of glancing at my watch and groaned; it was only four fifteen. Another forty five minutes before I could get out of work and indulge in my weekly treat. Thinking about that treat; an hour long full body massage, was making this the longest day since, well, since last Friday! I fought to focus on the columns of numbers in front of me, but it was a losing battle. Instead my mind drifted to the thought of those soft, yet firm hands rubbing my feet, taking away the discomfort a week in heels caused, then moving up my calves.
    Those long, slender, and oh so talented fingers, would work their magic behind the tender backs of my knees before beginning their upward journey to my thighs. I shifted in my seat and felt the thong sticking between my legs. I’d been wet all day which was becoming the norm on these glorious days when I allowed myself the luxury of not resisting my fantasies. Giving up on work altogether, I leaned back in my chair and removing mysensible black pump, put my stocking foot on my desk.
    Pulling up my equally sensible knee length black skirt I placed my hand on my inner thigh and caressed it softly before squeezing it, mimicking the attention it would be getting later. Letting my hand wander upwards I teased myself by sliding it across the path of lace covering my now sopping slit. The thong was a sexy contrast to the skirt, shoes and the red long sleeve blouse I was wearing. Sensible and professional was what I had been for the majority of my thirty eight years.
    Not that I still wasn’t on the surface, but the last few months my inner thoughts, dreams and fantasies had been far from what I was raised to consider proper. I rubbed my hand more firmly against the damp material and released a soft moan. My fingers pressed harder, pushing the thong between the lips of my pussy and working them up to push against my aching clit. Jill, my receptionist, left at four on Friday’s along with most of my department and as always when she left I’d locked the door.
    With no fear of getting caught I thought about giving myself some relief. The past few hours had been filled with visions of soft hands and even softer tongues wandering over my yearning flesh and I’d been squirming in my seat all day. Normally I managed to abstain from masturbating during my special day, letting my sexual frustration build. I would then endure the delicious excruciating tease of my massage before racing home, stripping and hopping into bed. Then it was time to use the evening’s toy of choice to get off several times before collapsing into a deep sleep.
    Saturday morning would feature a slower more sensual session with my fingers and a multi speed bullet while replaying the previous nights encounter. Not that a massage would be most people’s idea of an encounter, but when you secretly desired women, an hour of being rubbed down by an attractive one was as close as I could get. No, that wasn’t true. The closest I would allow myself to get was more like it.
    I had no doubt that if I put myself out there, went to the right bars or clubs; I could get what I wanted. After all my sapphic obsession had begun when Jill and I had stopped in for a drink at a new club The Pink Hat, not knowing it was specifically for women who enjoyed the company of other women.
    Lightly teasing myself through the thin material of the thong I let my mind drift back to the day I discovered my latent desire to experience the softer sex.
    It was just after work on a Friday and there were only a few women there so it didn’t hit us right away. However, once someone put some music on, Jill and I caught on pretty quick.
    A song I didn’t recognize, with a slow sensual beat began to play and to our surprise two women drifted onto the small dance floor and slipping their arms around each other’s waists began swaying seductively against one another. We glanced at each other and I noticed Jill looked uncomfortable. I’d shrugged and