A Woman's Touch

By Laura Lovecraft

38 year old Linda has never had any interest in women. That is until one night when she and a friend unknowingly visited a club just for women. After watching the women dance seductively, Linda realizes she is becoming aroused and decides to stay. Things get even hotter for her when she enters the bathroom to see two women making out in the bathroom.

That was six months ago and all Linda has been doing is dreaming of and fantasizing about being with a beautiful woman. But she's nervous and has no idea how to get started so her fantasies have remained just that and her frustration with herself is mounting.

The closest Linda has allowed herself to get is her weekly massages where she lays their reveling in the touch of her sexy masseuse Paula. Every Friday Linda lies there wet and horny as Paula's hands caress her nearly naked body. Linda feels that since she's married Paula is a 'safe' fantasy and even occasionally flirts with her. What Linda is about to find out is that Paula, her safe fantasy, has some secrets of her own and is about to introduce Linda to what she so desperately craves; a woman's touch!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laura Lovecraft
• Release date: Apr 23, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310156496

Laura Lovecraft

Support me on my new Patreon!Like her famous namesake, Laura was born, raised and still resides in historic Providence, Rhode Island. This Lovecraft's writing however, brings thrills of a completely different kind! Don't let that pretty little pout fool, erotica’s bad girl is not for the faint of heart!Although Laura has dabbled in many genres and kinks, she's most famously know for keeping it in the family. Over the years, Laura, who with tongue firmly in cheek, refers to herself as the queen of the taboo, has built a reputation for having a unique style.Aside from some of her 'one handed read' anthologies and an occasional short piece, Laura is known for writing long, slow burn stories full of conflict, character development and an attempt to make such an extreme kink as incest, somewhat realistic and believable. In the words of Laura "My smut has depth dammit!" but no worries, she knows what taboo-and all erotica fans come here for-and she delivers the heat as few can.So don't stop at this bio, check her out for yourself and browse her over 200 titles

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A Woman’s Touch

By

Laura Lovecraft

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A Woman’s Touch

Copyright © 2014 by Laura Lovecraft

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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