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CHAPTER 17


“Sorry?” Anna said, in response to Catherine’s request.

“You’re Swedish, aren’t you?” Catherine said, without looking at Anna. “All Swedish people are good at massage, right?”

Anna decided not to correct Catherine’s assumption. She had longed to get her hands on this redhead ever since she’d first seen her. She went over to the bed and picked up the bottle.

Catherine’s body was snow-white against the bed-covers, and she was spattered with freckles in various places. She had her arms folded under her head on the pillow.

Anna realised that she knew very little about real massage, although she’d done it a few times with partners as foreplay prior to sex. She took the top off the oil bottle and poured a little onto her hands.

Catherine moaned as Anna began to run her hands over her body. She wriggled her hips slightly against the bedspread. Another moan issued from Catherine’s lips as her legs stretched out tautly and her toes curled.

How are you enjoying it? Anna thought, guessing that Catherine was rolling her clit against the roughness of the bedcovers as she squirmed.

Anna oiled her hands again and, as she laid her hands on the prone redhead, faint murmurs of pleasure came from Catherine’s mouth and were muffled by the pillow. Anna pressed her palms into Catherine’s flesh.

Catherine tensed and shivered as with pleasure as Anna pushed the balls of her palms into the tight muscles of her shoulders. She probed with her fingers and then, without being prompted, she repositioned herself and sat astride Catherine’s pert bottom. Anna, herself, gave out a murmur as the wetness of her sex made contact with Catherine’s soft but firm buttocks. She wriggled a little as she made herself comfortable astride Catherine’s butt and her clit erected as she felt the tight cheeks bunch up beneath her.

With serious precision, Anna worked the muscles on either side of Catherine’s spine with her thumbs. She smoothed her hands upwards, the oiled flesh glistening beneath her touch, then brought them down again, the thumbs pressing in outward strokes as she progressed downward towards the rising mounds of Catherine’s pert buttocks.

As she reached across for the oil bottle, Anna saw for the first time that Sarah was filming the whole thing on a small hand-held camcorder. Anna didn’t mind; she knew it would make no difference if she objected. She just oiled her hands once more and returned to her task.

Anna altered her position until she was further down Catherine’s body, her legs straddling the lower thighs. Her eyes travelled over Cath’s rounded cheeks, as white as the rest of the redhead’s taut flesh. She leaned over Catherine’s back, her thumbs on the spine again, her palms and fingers spread wide to encompass the entire waist.

Sarah moved in closer to get better footage of Anna’s technique which made Anna smile inwardly. Who did Sarah think she was, Steven Spielberg?

Briefly, Anna’s nipples brushed over the naked flesh and, sensing Catherine’s reaction, from the sensitive contact, she repeated the movement, this time trailing her nipples over the redhead’s body. Anna’s nipples were beginning to get aroused too, and they stood proudly from her breasts like little peanuts. She was getting her own pleasure from the brief yet tingling touch before running her hands down over Catherine’s hip-bones and cupping each butt cheek in an oily palm.

Catherine purred with pleasure and wriggled her hips, her bottom rising as if inviting Anna to press harder.

Anna felt the time was right to take control. “Turn over,” she said in her best Swedish lilt, “Let me do your front.”


To be continued...