Ladies' Spa Weekend

Just when I thought I couldn't take the stimulation on my sensitive clit, Tracy eased off and moved back up to take Lamya's place on my lips.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Kate," she said, kissing me. She scissored her legs with mine, pressing our pussies together. Tribbing, I had heard this called – I had no idea why – but it felt every bit as good as I had imagined watching her do it with the woman in the sauna. It was like the orgasm I'd had just now – and all the ones this weekend – were just mounting my arousal. I felt like my skin couldn't contain me – that I would explode with the sensations. But I wanted more.

"Lamya," I gasped. "Please – let me lick you again. Please!"

I guess I didn't have to ask twice because she sat up and moved to position herself over my face. Good thing it was such a big bed, I thought absently. She held to the headboard for support and her clit was but a tongue's distance away. I immediately started licking. I heard myself moaning – the erotic smell and taste of Lamya, the rubbing of Tracy's clit against mine. There were hands on my nipples again too – I wondered if Jen had gotten back involved. This was more amazing than anything I could have imagined!

Tracy's breathing was ragged, interspersed with moans and gasps. She sounded like she was getting close to orgasm. My pussy felt slippery and wet against Tracy's, her clit rubbing against mine so differently from a finger or a tongue. My hands were gripping Lamya's hips, my tongue focused on her clit, mimicking the sensations on mine. I felt something – a finger? – near my tongue and interpreted that one of the women was now thrusting it into Lamya's pussy.

I fastened my mouth over her clit and sucked, flicking it with my tongue. She cried out and I felt her clit harden. Oh, the taste of her! I felt a gush of fluid over my face and figured she was coming. That was enough for me. My fingers dug into her flesh as another orgasm washed over me. This one was more intense than the others – toes curling, spots before my eyes, electric shocks coursing through me. It seemed to last forever, wave after wave. I distantly realised that Lamya had moved off me and that Tracy was kissing me, her breasts pressed into my chest. The relaxation of her muscles suggested to me that she had also orgasmed but I had been so overwhelmed with my own, a bomb could have gone off unnoticed.

My body felt limp but my mind was hyperalert now, conscious of Jen on my right, stroking Tracy's back, Lamya on my left, her hand resting in mine. Tracy, resting on me, her light and lithe body fitted into my curves, her head in the crook of my neck.

I could definitely get used to this, I thought.

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Tracy turned up the radio in the car and started to sing along with One Republic. Lamya and I were in the backseat and Jen looked like she was checking Facebook on her phone in the front seat next to Tracy. We had showered off the oil and chlorine and were heading back to reality – though it was a two-hour drive, so we had a bit of time before having to face it completely.

Lamya turned to me and said, "So Tracy suggested we come back again for the May long weekend – what do you think?"

I glanced up to meet Tracy's eyes in the rear view mirror. I smiled. "That sounds like a great idea."