Masseuse Amaya, Part V(Iceman)

It was indeed a little bit straining, quite on a level with standing still with heavy tea pots in hand or tippling around of shoes tied with kind of a rope for the whole day, so it was not impossible for her to maintain for some time. Some really crazy time would have been if she had bended her feet backward over her own head. It was definitely possible and she had already witnessed it, but that was something sitting firmly into the gymnast realm and if you were oiled it was probably impossible.

She would give Ailinn some more gentle rubbings before her feet would swing down on the bench so that she could concentrate on her hands. Said hands would slide and glide around the womanhood of the Irish, massaging firmly when at the inner tights or on the stomach but getting softer when she came close to the womanhood, only stroking its most outer regions.
”I have overpowered some girls with that when they challenged me to an oil wrestling match. Also seems to work on someone as strong as you.”
She remarked softly while watching with fascination how she could move Ailinn without actually moving her.

Ailinn found that resisting to the two front stimulation she was enduring was in fact a hard endeavor. Not that she cared, because she was completely in the mood for some treatment like that, even rougher if the masseuse decided to go that way, but that would remain for her to choose. The Gaelic decided way earlier that she would let the other woman do as she pleased, the Irish would be content with anything.

With Amaya’s feet retreating from her breasts Ailinn found a little bit of relief. It felt amazing how the masseuse was able to use her body in a way that showed that Amaya had in fact a lot of flexibility. Her breasts were free from any further stimuli, but Amaya knew how to use her hands to tease really well. Ailinn felt like melting at the masseuse’s hands, and her eagerness became even more evident as she started moaning in anticipation, a glimpse of glistening coming from her now damp sex.

“Well, you know, maybe being overpowered is just what I would like right now. I told you before, you only need to get me in the mood and you are doing a goooooood work.”

”The let´s see if I find a way to make the story of your visit of the gentle hands a lasting one.”
She felt it kind of hard herself to unglue herself from the naked and sexy form of the other girl, but the tale she used to massage regular people too was too narrow for her taste now as she had smelled blood too so to say.

Loosing the breaks from the table, she would drive the Irish into the next room, where the walls were invisible because they were protected from sight by Spanish walls and only a rather large and comfy massage mat that enabled a good gliding. How could she have convinced her father to paint something for her in a room that was following naughty purposes with his daughter?
”I got the table from a medical supplies store and then had it modified for my purposes.”
She said with a giggle before pulling on a lever that would slowly lower Ailinn close to the ground so that she could gently push her from the massage table and on the mat with the Japanese instantly following her by sliding with her own body on those of he bigger girl with a little moan herself.

Now Ailinn wasn’t expecting that kind of development for the situation. The fact that Amaya had a hidden room in her massage house was something to reckon, but that room being used for that kind of interactions was something that she could never have said about the innocent looking woman that was in front of the Gaelic.

The greenette lay happily on the mats as she let Amaya do her best as the Japanese slid her body against Ailinn’s. The Irish was starting to feel way too excited about this, but a small moan coming from the masseuse gave away that she was also enjoying this, maybe more than expected. Ailinn smiled to herself as she would suddenly start bucking her hips against Amaya, using the Maiko’s own movements to try and make the most out of every inch of contact between their bodies. “Oh yes, Amaya. Never would have thought you had a room like this, but no more talk. Let’s make this memorable… but for both of us” Ailinn’s womanhood was drenched in her fluids as she was now almost lost to lust in the predicament the masseuse got her in, but she was happy about it.

Amaya had been in the process of saying something when she felt the sex of the other girl bump against her own.
”Ai!”
A small yelp escaped her lips when she felt the close contact and her own sex getting pleasured in a sudden and unexpected way which had also caused the yelp. She was a little bit hot herself now, pretty easy to get hot for the beautiful body of Ailinn, and she wanted to take her by her word that had led to this scenario too.

Making a gesture of no-no with one of her fingers, she would slide down on the body of the Irish until she would rest with her breasts on the womanhood of the other girl while her hands would grab the breasts of the bigger girl and knead them with demanding but soft authority. She was intending to give Ailinn exactly what she had wanted, dominance. But in her way, and with her timing.

Ailinn had to admit that she was slowly falling into Amaya’s body. The masseuse showed that she could be a honey trap for the body and the mind. Obviously she was a very attractive and hot woman, but there was something else, the masseuse’s character had some properties that made her so appealing and even irresistible. The Gaelic was able to see that now that she had some time to spend with the woman, and she liked that part of her.

“Alright, alright! I’m...haaaahnn sorry...” Ailinn said while signaling her surrender to Amaya’s will. She didn’t want to ruin the moment and as much as the greenette would like to pay her counterpart back, it looked like it was Amaya’s time to shine, and she wouldn’t be the one who would try to outshine the masseuse. “Today you are the misstreeeesssnnn”, she said signaling her total surrender to Amaya, her body completely standing to the masseuse’s treatment as her womanhood became completely wet at her counterpart’s odd touch.

Amaya smiled slyly and looked up to see the facial impressions of the Irish before giving the other girl a quick kiss on the clit for her obedience. Feeling the voluptuous breasts of Ailinn felt wonderful, so she took a little time with it while moving her breast painfully slow on the womanhood of the subservient girl too.

Then she noticed how the sex of the greenette was pretty wet already, in fact so wet that she was direly in need of a break! With the routine of a skilled masseuse, she would turn the sweaty girl on her front before she would spread the legs of Ailinne and slide between them and lie on her back before moving the other girl again in a way that she was supporting herself on her elbows so that the Japanese could gently cup the breasts of the European.

It had been some time since Ailinn was in a submissive position like this, and even if the atmosphere wasn’t the same as the one she was used to when in a submitting position the Gaelic was enjoying herself pretty with the treatment Amaya was giving her. She could tell that the masseuse was having a good time herself, and it was cute seeing that fun clashing now and then with some embarrassment from the Japanese woman. It felt good for the greenette and she also thought that it would help her counterpart in this weird relationship they had at that point.

Ailinn coulnd’t repress a yell of ecstasy when Amaya kissed her sweetest spot, chills of pleasure coursed all of her body as her legs spasmed a little, but the masseuse didn’t keep going, instead, she repositioned the Irish in a way she could work again on her breasts. Now I see what she is doing… The greenette realized then that maybe Amaya was playing hard to get, denying the Irish from release as she massaged again her breasts, Ailinn’s nipples so hard at that point that there was a little of pain mixed with all the pleasure and anticipation. Not like the greenette cared about that. “Come oooooon. Are you trying to make me beg for it or what?”, she teased.

Beg for it? Not exactly. But the green haired girl was still in some kind of underling control of the situation in the eyes of Amaya, despite her announcement of surrender, coupled with an aura of assurance that probably came from her more dominant side and which made her only hot and bothered but not really in need for the touch of the maiko.

One of her hands would lead the breast it had so lovingly cupped seconds ago and would move to the lips of the Irish to make her quiet before the same hand would urge the chin of the European to the side so that Amaya could press her lips on the mouth of the other girl, the tip of her tongue gliding over the lips of Ailinn to finally pierce through them. In the meantime she would also lock eye contact with the bigger girl to see if she was really captured for good by the Japanese or just horny and waiting for a release of her sweet torments.

Ailinn really liked that Amaya was doing her best to keep control of the situation, and the Gaelic was definitely getting into the submissive role in this encounter they were having. However, the masseuse still had some way to go to achieve a complete dominating position. Ailinn was open to it and tried to encourage her counterpart the most to get her in a comfortable position, but in the end there were some stuff that she couldn’t do and the smaller girl had to do by herself.

The greenette was just about to ask for more when Amaya signaled her to remain silent, order that she accepted. Then she noticed the masseuse going at her with one of the most passionate kisses she had in some time, the smaller girl’s tongue finding her way into the Gaelic’s mouth. She was tender, she was passionate, she was really good. Ailinn felt like losing her mind to that tender treatment as she closed her eyes and returned the kiss but never invading her rival, letting herself do while humming and moaning inside Amaya’s mouth.